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Singularly white and peaceful were those sht hours--until cruel dawn showed them for what they

were--skeletons of dead hoht raithlike

roofs and chiht and

cock crow

Jean had not Henri's eyes nor his recklessness nor his speed, for that

and disappearing lights

on some small rise He would reach the spot, with such shelter as

possible, to find only a sugar-beet field, neglected and unplowed

Then, one night, tragedy came to the little house of mercy