For the rest, from end to end of the street there were only soldiers in
sight. Soldiers taking their noisy ease at the tables outside the
café—any number of them crowded round the little green tables while the
sweating landlord ran to and fro with a jug or a tray of glasses and an
obvious desire to propitiate. Other soldiers, less noisy, led a string
of horses to water; and a rigid file of them with rifles grounded, was
drawn up on the further side of the street not far from the waiting
women; some ten or a dozen of motionless helmeted automata, with a young
officer, a ruddy-faced boy, pacing up and down the road in front of
them. Through a gap in the row of white houses William and Griselda saw
another group of men in their shirt-sleeves at work on the railway
line—the line that should have taken them to Brussels; they seemed to be
repairing some damage to the permanent way; and further down the village
two or three soldier mechanics were busied inquisitively at the bonnet
of a heavy grey car drawn up at the side of the road. While they waited
and watched other heavy grey cars of the same pattern rumbled into the
street and along it; and motor cycles one after another hooted and
clanked past them to vanish in a smothering trail of dust.
In after days William tried vainly to recall what he felt and thought in
the long hot minutes while they waited for Heinz to reappear and for
something to happen. He supposed that it was the fiercer sensations of
the time that followed which deadened the impressions of the half-hour
or so during which they stood in the sunny street expecting they knew
not what; and though he remembered, and remembered vividly, the outward
show and manner of the place—its dusty road, its swarming soldiers, its
passing cars and cycles and the bearing of the two silent women—the
memory brought with it no hint of his accompanying attitude of mind.
All he knew was that he had not been seriously alarmed.... He might
have recalled his impressions with more success had he and Griselda
discussed at the time their new and surprising experiences; but an
attempt to enter into conversation was promptly checked by one of their
attendant guards. What he actually said was unintelligible, but his
manner conveyed his meaning and thereafter the captives considered their
situation in silence.
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