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Then, one day, coray car turn in at the top of the street and come slowly, so very

slowly, toward her There were twobecause of tears, up the street It was Henri! There

was no mistake There he sat beside Jean, brushed and very neat; and

very, very white

"Made himself when he

saw her face He was greatly excited His sunken eyes devoured her as

she ran toward him Almost he held out his arms But he could not do

that, even if he would, for one was bandaged to his side

It is rather sad to record howinterlude For here is another time She wept for joy and

wretchedness She stood on the running board and cried and smiled And

Jean winked his one eye rapidly

"This idiot, ruffly, "this maniac--he would not

remain in Calais, with proper care He must come on here And rapidly

Could he have taken the wheel froo But for once I have an advantage"

The car jolted to the little house, and Jean helped Henri out Such a

strange Henri, s at a crawl, even with