. Ninety-three . eant. The woman only repeated : I am from Siscoignard. Siscoignard, be it, returned the sergeant. Your family be-longed there? Yes. What is their occupation ? They are all dead ; I have noliody left. The sergeant, who thought himself a fine talker, continued hisinterrogatories : Wliat? the devil! One has relations, or one has had ! Wlio areyou ? Speak ! The woman listened, astounded l)y this— Or one has h(((l! whichwas more like the growl of an animal than any human sound. The vivandière felt the necessity of interfering. She began againto caress the Italic, and to pat the che
. Ninety-three . eant. The woman only repeated : I am from Siscoignard. Siscoignard, be it, returned the sergeant. Your family be-longed there? Yes. What is their occupation ? They are all dead ; I have noliody left. The sergeant, who thought himself a fine talker, continued hisinterrogatories : Wliat? the devil! One has relations, or one has had ! Wlio areyou ? Speak ! The woman listened, astounded l)y this— Or one has h(((l! whichwas more like the growl of an animal than any human sound. The vivandière felt the necessity of interfering. She began againto caress the Italic, and to pat the cheeks of the two other children. How do you call the baby ? she asked. It is a little girl—this one I The niolhcr replied, Georgette. And the eldest tVllow ? For he is a man, the small rascal ! Kené-Jean. And the younger? He is a man, too, and chu))by-faced into thebargain. (Iros-Alain, said the mother. They are pretty little fellows, said the vivandière ; they alreadjlook as if they were somebody ! (I- u rr. XIX E T Y -THEE E. 11 .Still tlu stTiivaiit persisted. Muw ^;iitak, madame ! Have you ahouse ? I had oue. Where was it ? At Azé. AVTiy are you uot in your house ? Because they burned it. Who? I do uot know—a battle. Where did you come fri;)m? From there. Where are you ,i;-oiu<;- ? I dont know. Get to the faets ! Who arc you ? I dont kuow. You dont know Avho you are? We are people who are running- away. What party do you beloug to ? I dont know. Are you Blues ? Arc you Whites? AVlio arc you witli ? I am with my children. There was a pause. The vivaudicre said : As for me, I have no i-hildren ; I have not had time. The sergeant began again : But your i)arents ? 8ee here, macUune ! give us the facts aboiityour parents. ]\Iy nanie is Radcnil) ; I am a sergeant, from the streetof Cherche Midi; my father an<l mother belonged there. I can talkabout my ptaivnts; tell us about yours. Who weie they ? Their name was Fléehard—that is all. Yes; the Fléchards are the F
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