QUICK--march!
left--right--left--right--left--right--NOW you've--GOT it--DRAT
ye,--KEEP it--left--right--left--right--left--right." And with no more
ado the sergeant marched the little odd-job man to the wars.
VIVE LA FRANCE!
CHAPTER XVIII.
Edouard, the moment his temper cooled, became very sad. He longed to be
friends again with Rose, but did not know how. His own pride held
him back, and so did his fear that he had gone too far, and that his
offended mistress would not listen to an offer of reconciliation from
him. He sat down alone now to all his little meals. No sweet, mellow
voices in his ear after the fatigues of the day. It was a dismal change
in his life.
At last, one day, he received three lines from Josephine, requesting him
to come and speak to her. He went over directly, full of vague hopes. He
found her seated pale and languid in a small room on the ground floor.
"What has she been doing to you, dear?" began she kindly.
"Has she not told you, Madame Raynal?"
"No; she is refractory. She will tell me nothing, and that makes me fear
she is the one in fault.
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