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children that she didn't challenge risk it.
"You clearly, know", she added, "that every has left Couilly; everybody
the shops are closed, and every has almost gone from Voisins and
Quincy. The wife of the mayor went away last night. Before going her it came to us
and it recommended us of immediately to escape, and it also found us a horse and
cart--the trains are not working. Then mother thought that, as you were a
foreigner, and entirely we should not go alone, without offering at least
You a place in the wagon--the opportunity to go with us."
I was really touched, and it told this way her, but he/she explained that I should be.
You were rather insistent--says his/her mother it would be suffering so to
only leaving me with a little group of women and children alone around
me that I was able to the last moment, is prey to the panic.
I explained to her as me I was able that I was alone in the world,
poor me, and that I could not see leaving me everybody that me
valued,--my house; possession I had manufactured what a supreme effort, and for
what I already had a depth connect the ribbon of refugies,
shelterless, on the road or to seek the safety in a city that, if the
Germans it passed here, you/he/she would probably be besieged and you/he/she would be bombed. Me finally
it convinced her/it that you/he/she was decided. I had decided to hold my face
turned away toward Destinies rather than raced by him. To me it seemed the
only way of escaping a panic--a thing of which I have always had a horror.
Seeing that nothing could make to change me my idea, we shook the hand, it desired
each other the fortune, and, as she turned away, she said, in her beautiful
French: "I am sorry it is disaster that has brought together us, but I hope
to know improves when days are happier"; and she went down the hill.
When I returned to the dine-room I founded that, despite my orders,
Amelie being putting busy mine few silver pieces and such pieces of china
from the pat as seemed to her valuable,--her the ideas and dug on that
stings it doesn't do jibe,--in the baskets of waste-paper to be hidden