Capitolo 73
"Possibly", he responded.
"Does that intend what?" I persisted.
"Sorry I cannot tell him. Us men completely they don't know anything. Only three
men in this war know anything of his/her plans,--Kitchener, Joffre and
French. The rest of us respects orders, and he/she knows what we see. You don't protect
a commander of brigade is some more wise man. Once in once the colonel ago a
comment, but he is never illuminating."
"How much risk are I/you/they in march remaining here?"
Did it look at me a moment before he asked, "you want to know the truth?"
"Yes", I responded.
"Well, this is the situation as neighbor how I can repair him/it. We inflict
from the job we was given for doing--destroying bridges railroads,,
telegraphic communications--that an effort will be made here for staying himself/herself/themselves
the March on Paris; in fact, what to the Germans it won't be permitted to
you cross the Marne to Meaux and March on the city from the principal road from
Rheims to the capital. The communications are every cut. That doesn't do
half that will be impossible for them to pass; they has intelligent
engineers. He/she wants to say that we have prevented us from it and we can stop them. ME
doesn't know. Just now Your risk is not anything. It won't be anything unless
we am orderly to hold this hill that is the line of March of Meaux
to Paris. We have had such any order still. But if the Germans succeed in
Meaux that he/she takes and it tries to put their bridges through the Marne, our
artillery, behind You there on the top of the hill, it has to open fire on
them on Your head. In that case the Germans will certainly answer from
bombing this hill." And he drank his/her tea without looking at to see how me
picks him/it up.
I remember that I was being standing opposite him, and I unintentionally tilted me
against the wall behind me, but suddenly the thought, "is accurate. You want
breaks the glass in the portrait of the Mother of Whistler, and you will be
sorry." It brought me on being standing, and he didn't notice. It is not the mind
a strange thing?