Six Women and the InvasionMéléra, Marguerite-Yerta
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Six Women and the Invasion
Méléra, Marguerite-Yerta
World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives
Now, Jackdaw's Leg had been feeling very poorly for some weeks. Was it
due to home-sickness and to a longing for sauerkraut and sausages? Or
might it not rather come from too many merry parties? In short, the
commandant seemed to languish, and ten times a day lay down on his
couch. As he had two bedrooms at his disposal, he slept in one bed by
night, and--for variety's sake--in the other by day, unmindful of the
fact that he thus requisitioned two pairs of sheets a week, that soap
was scarcely to be had, and that the poor washerwoman had to whiten the
linen with wood ashes. Jackdaw's Leg, being ill, got a month's leave of
absence, and disappeared in the background. His place was filled up by
the young linguist who had put up at Mme. Lantois'.
He would gladly have seen us dead.
Calling on his brother-in-arms, lingering without a motive, or for a
wrong motive, in our garden, in our lobby or on our threshold, peeping
through the keyholes--we once detected him in this occupation--he had
discovered that our souls were not unworthy of associating with his, mad
for music and philology, enamoured of art and culture. Notwithstanding
that we had the reputation of hating the Germans, this nice Prussian,
who produced in tippling-houses a list of at least one thousand and
three names--the list of his conquests in France--this nice Prussian
then gave us to understand that he would condescend to enter into
relations with us, relations based on philosophy, science, and
literature. Why not on politics?
We responded in such a manner to his advances as to convince even a
Prussian. And since then the fellow had borne us a dangerous grudge.
Two days after the departure of Jackdaw's Leg we heard a beat of
the rural constable's drum ... women from sixteen to fifty ... one
o'clock ... market-place.... We hardly listened to it. It was no
concern of ours. But at one o'clock Mme. Lantois ran up breathless: "Do
you know that the lieutenant just said that _everybody_ must go to the
market-place? He even told us that if you didn't go, he would send four
soldiers to fetch you, and take you off to Chalandry."
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