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m taller； thinner； her face sharper； with two dark hollows in her cheeks and her eyes bright with fever； the lids drawn with weariness。 He suspected that she； too； had passed an anguished night of tenacious； self…centred thought； of grievous stupefaction like his own； in the room of her hotel。 Suddenly he felt all the weight of insomnia and listlessness； all the depressing emotion of the cruel sensations experienced in the last few hours。 Oh； how miserable they both were！ 。 。 。
She was walking warily； looking from one side to the other； as though foreseeing danger。 Upon discovering him she clung to her charge； casting upon her former lover a look of entreaty； of desperation； imploring pity。 。 。 Ay； that look！
He felt ashamed of himself； his personality appeared to be unrolling itself before him； and he surveyed himself with the eyes of a judge。 What was this seduced and useless man； called Julio Desnoyers； doing there； tormenting with his presence a poor woman； trying to turn her from her righteous repentance； insisting on his selfish and petty desires when all humanity was thinking of other things？ 。 。 。 His cowardice angered him。 Like a thief taking advantage of the sleep of his victim； he was stalking around this brave and true man who could not see him； who could not defend himself； in order to rob him of the only affection that he had in the world which had so miraculously returned to him！ Very well； Gentleman Desnoyers！ 。 。 。 Ah； what a scoundrel he was！
Such subconscious insults made him draw himself erect； in haughty； cruel and inexorable defiance against that other I who so richly deserved the judge's scorn。
He turned his head away； he could not meet Marguerite's piteous eyes； he feared their mute reproach。 Neither did he dare to look at the blind man in his shabby and heroic uniform； with his countenance aged by duty and glory。 He feared him like remorse。
So the vanquished lover turned his back on the two and went away with a firm step。 Good…bye； Love！ Goodbye； Happiness！ 。 。 。 He marched quickly and bravely on； a miracle had just taken place within him！ he had found the right road at last！
To Paris！ 。 。 。 A new impetus was going to fill the vacuum of his objectless existence。
CHAPTER V
THE INVASION
Don Marcelo was fleeing to take refuge in his castle when he met the mayor of Villeblanche。 The noise of the firing had made him hurry to the barricade。 When he learned of the apparition of the group of stragglers he threw up his hands in despair。 They were crazy。 Their resistance was going to be fatal for the village； and he ran on to beg them to cease。
For some time nothing happened to disturb the morning calm。 Desnoyers had climbed to the top of his towers and was surveying the country with his field glasses。 He couldn't make out the highway through the nearest group of trees； but he suspected that underneath their branches great activity was going onmasses of men on guard； troops preparing for the attack。 The unexpected defense of the fugitives had upset the advance of the invasion。 Desnoyers thought despairingly of that handful of mad fellows and their stubborn chief。 What was their fate going to be？ 。 。 。
Focussing his glasses on the village； he saw the red spots of kepis waving like poppies over the green of the meadows。 They were the retreating men； now convinced of the uselessness of their resistance。 Perhaps they had found a ford or forgotten boat by which they might cross the Maine； and so were continuing their retreat toward the river。 At any minute now the Germans were going to enter Villeblanche。
Half an hour of profound silence passed by。 The village lay silhouetted against a background of hillsa mass of roofs beneath the church tower finished with its cross and iron weather cock。 Everything seemed as tranquil as in the best days of peace。 Suddenly he noticed that the grove was vomiting forth something noisy and penetratinga bubble of vapor accompanied by a deafening report。 Something was hurtling through the air with a strident curve。 Then a roof in the village opened like a crater； vomiting forth flying wood； fragments of plaster and broken furniture。 All the interior of the house seemed to be escaping in a stream of smoke； dirt and splinters。
The invaders were bombarding Villeblanche before attempting attack； as though fearing to encounter persistent resistance in its streets。 More projectiles fell。 Some passed over the houses； exploding between the hamlet and the castle。 The towers of the Desnoyers property were beginning to attract the aim of the artillerymen。 The owner was therefore about to abandon his dangerous observatory when he saw something white like a tablecloth or sheet floating from the church tower。 His neighbors had hoisted this signal of peace in order to avoid bombardment。 A few more missiles fell and then there was silence。
When Don Marcelo reached his park he found the Warden burying at the foot of a tree the sporting rifles still remaining in his castle。 Then he went toward the great iron gates。 The enemies were going to come； and he had to receive them。 While uneasily awaiting their arrival his compunctions again tormented him。 What was he doing there？ Why had he remained？ 。 。 。 But his obstinate temperament immediately put aside the promptings of fear。 He was there because he had to guard his own。 Besides； it was too late now to think about such things。
Suddenly the morning stillness was broken by a sound like the deafening tearing of strong cloth。 〃Shots； Master；〃 said the Warden。 〃Firing！ It must be in the square。〃
A few minutes after they saw running toward them a woman from the village； an old soul； dried up and darkened by age； who was panting from her great exertion； and looking wildly around her。 She was fleeing blindly； trying to escape from danger and shut out horrible visions。 Desnoyers and the Keeper's family listened to her explanations interrupted with hiccoughs of terror。
The Germans were in Villeblanche。 They had entered first in an automobile driven at full speed from one end of the village to the other。 Its mitrailleuse was firing at random against closed houses and open doors； knocking down all the people in sight。 The old woman flung up her arms with a gesture of terror。 。 。 。 Dead 。 。 。 many dead 。 。 。 wounded 。 。 。 blood！ Then other iron…plated vehicles had stopped in the square； and behind them cavalrymen； battalions of infantry； many battalions coming from everywhere。 The helmeted men seemed furious； they accused the villagers of having fired at them。 In the square they had struck the mayor and villagers who had come forward to meet them。 The priest； bending over some of the dying； had also been trodden under foot。 。 。 。 All prisoners！ The Germans were talking of shooting them。
The old dame's words were cut short by the rumble of approaching automobiles。
〃Open the gates；〃 commanded the owner to the Warden。 The massive iron grill work swung open； and was never again closed。 All property rights were at an end。
An enormous automobile； covered with dust and filled with men； stopped at the entrance。 Behind them sounded the horns of other vehicles