Capitolo 83
The hard thing to be born was, that was every conjecture.
So often, when I happened on the hill before, I had looked away to
the plan and thought, "That battleground!" forgetting as often the
Et of senna Marne was that from him the days when the kings lived to
Chelles down a days when he/she saw the worse one some invasion of 1870.
But when I thought that, I had visions very different from what I was
seeing. I had imagined long lines to march soldiers, separations of
cavalry volatrice as the portraits of war to Versailles and Fontainebleau.
Now indeed I was seeing a battle, and as that was not anything. There
it was only noise, while erupting smoke and long motions of white clouds
concealing the hill.
From the middle one of the afternoon Monthyon slowly went out some smoke.
That seemed to mean that the heaviest fire was on the hill and not
on it,--or did it make him/it mean that the battle was receding? If it did, then the
Allies were withdrawing himself/herself/itself. There was not any way of discovering the truth. And
this whole duration the gun thundered in the southeast, in the direction of
Coulommiers, on the run of routing in Paris of Ivry.
Naturally I was not able but I remember that we was only seeing the action
on the extreme west of a battle-line that probably in hundreds spread out of
miles. You/he/she had told me that Joffre had made a frontier of the Marne.
But alas, the Meuse had been made a frontier-but the Germans you/they had crossed
it, and advanced to here in small less that a two weeks. If that--because
not here? You/he/she was not encouraging.
A dozen calculates during the afternoon I went to the study and experimented to
reading. Few gathers of old men, women, and children they were in the road,
climbed on on the barricade that you/they had left the English. I could feel the
you murmur of their voices. In vain I tried to be inside. The thing was
stronger than me, and despite me, I would go out on the lawn and,
available field-glass, looks at the smoke. To my imagination every hit