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headoftheprisoners;ed,four

    deeparch.

    itarch.theherhe

    barhedintoluneville.

    thegreaterpartoftheprisonersiable

    ndition.sosorethattheyuldhardlyputone

    footbeforetheother.otherstotteredenof

    theesrtfrequentlyusedtheflatsoftheirspel

    theokeeptogether.astheyrchedthroughthestreetsof

    luneville,thepeopleireetsunvered;andtheenwaved

    theirhandstotheandpressedforfruitand

    bread,inspiteoftheordersoftheesrt.

    theyakenstraighttotherailation,heywere

    putintoashed.ralphandpercyhadgaihegoodhe

    sergeantinndoftheesrt,bythennerinheyhad

    aidedhiyinterpretingtotherestoftheprisoners,andby

    doingtheirbesttocheerthep,andtakethingssoth;andthey

    notorequesttheoffind,attherailway

    station,toallotountilthetrainstarted,on

    parole.therequesthefavorablereportofthe

    sergeantgraondtheyoldthatnotrainwould

    gooffuntiling,andthattheyghtsleepiown,

    iftheychose.

    thankingtheoffiissioofthe

    station;ansergeantstoppedbefore

    the

    ”donnered,”sohereyain”

    theboysgavealittlestart;fortheyregohe

    sergeantinthecabaret,upon

    thenightaster.

    ralphsaportanan;asa

    reportfroiftheesghtreheirpositiona

    stunpleasantoneaheeventofnothinging

    ofitosteheircaptivityinsoprisonuponthe

    farthersideofprussia,insteadofatohefrontier

    fortresses.

    ”ah,sergeant,hoisourfate,you

    see,tobedeprisoners.youakingus,andnow

    hereweare.”

    ”ahesergeantsaid,surlily,”h

    yourebrother,andyoursicksister,and

    yourahataffair.”

    ”e,sergeant,”ralphsaid,laughing,”letbygonesbebygones.

    allisfairintouchasinglehairof

    anyofyournsheads.allaster.it

    ightdous

    haritsquitebadenoughforus,asitis.”

    ”youreniceboys,youare,”thesergeantsaid,hhisface

    relaxingintoasle.”tothinkofbeingtakenin,bytwolads

    likeyou.onstrouslywell,iwillsayfor

    youneverflinchedaneyelash.

    ”soyouareofficers,afterall.ineversuspectedanythingabout

    it,tillthreehoursaftertorelievethe

    sentry;andfoundhiyiieduplikeabundle.we

    uldntthihe,foryouhaddeno

    attaditoingthathattheold

    sasterhadbeechedoutofbed,andcarriedoffonthe

    headsoften.

    ”alice.”

    ”thatsright,

    ...

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