Capitolo 58
Neufmortier and Chauconin.
This whole duration he was studying his/her map.
"Thanks. I have him", he said. "It is a beautiful country, and this is
a marvelous perspective of him, the best I have had."
For some minutes he was standing, while studying him/it in silence--alternatively looking
to his/her map and then through his/her glass. Then he allowed to fall his/her map, puts his
glasses in the case, and it turned him to me--and smiled. He had a winner
smiles, sad and still consoling, what illuminated on a bronze face, austere and
tired. It was the kind of smile to which everything was permitted.
"You gotten married?" he said.
You can imagine that as which he was when I tell him that I responded to the right
on, and only thought was later amusing times--or at least me shaken mine
you happily lead.
"Doesn't he/she live alone here?" he asked.
"But I do", I responded.
He bravely looked at me a moment, then street to the plan.
"Done live from very here?" he questioned.
I told him that I had only lived in this house three months, but that me
he/she had been living in France for sixteen years.
Without a word he turned again I pour the house, and for half one minute,
for the first time in my life, I had a feeling that seemed strange
for me to be an exile in a country that was not mine, and without ties.
For a penny I would have told him the history of my life. Fortunately he did
don't give me time. Him alone strode down to the gate, and from the duration him
it had his/her foot in the stirrup that I had recovered.
"Is there anything that I can do for you captain?" I asked.
He climbed on his/her horse, it looked down at me. Then he gave me
another of his/her rare smiles.
"No", he said, "to this moment it is not anything that you can do for me,
thanks; but if you could give a cup of tea to my boys, I imagine that
You would almost save their lives." And mentioning with the head to me, he said
the picket, "This lady is kind enough to offer him a cup of tea", and him
it rode away, while bringing down the road the hill to Voisins.
I met me with the house, I handed the boiler it raced on the road to call Amelie,