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The two principal men felt the necessity of saying something； of closing the page of their existence with an affirmation。
〃Vive la Republique！〃 cried the mayor。
〃Vive la France！〃 said the priest。
Desnoyers thought that both had said the same thing。 Two uprights flashed up above their headsthe arm of the priest making the sign of the cross； and the sabre of the commander of the shooters； glistening at the same instant。 。 。 。 A dry； dull thunderclap； followed by some scattering； tardy shots。
Don Marcelo's compassion for that forlorn cluster of massacred humanity was intensified on beholding the grotesque forms which many assumed in the moment of death。 Some collapsed like half…emptied sacks； others rebounded from the ground like balls； some leaped like gymnasts； with upraised arms； falling on their backs； or face downward； like a swimmer。 In that human heap； he saw limbs writhing in the agony of death。 Some soldiers advanced like hunters bagging their prey。 From the palpitating mass fluttered locks of white hair； and a feeble hand； trying to repeat the sacred sign。 A few more shots and blows on the livid； mangled mass 。 。 。 and the last tremors of life were extinguished forever。
The officer had lit a cigar。
〃Whenever you wish；〃 he said to Desnoyers with ironical courtesy。
They re…entered the automobile in order to return to the castle by the way of Villeblanche。 The increasing number of fires and the dead bodies in the streets no longer impressed the old man。 He had seen so much！ What could now affect his sensibilities？ 。 。 。 He was longing to get out of the village as soon as possible to try to find the peace of the country。 But the country had disappeared under the invasionsoldier's； horses； cannons everywhere。 Wherever they stopped to rest； they were destroying all that they came in contact with。 The marching battalions； noisy and automatic as a machine were preceded by the fifes and drums； and every now and then； in order to cheer their drooping spirits； were breaking into their joyous cry； 〃Nach Paris！〃
The castle； too； had been disfigured by the invasion。 The number of guards had greatly increased during the owner's absence。 He saw an entire regiment of infantry encamped in the park。 Thousands of men were moving about under the trees； preparing the dinner in the movable kitchens。 The flower borders of the gardens； the exotic plants； the carefully swept and gravelled avenues were all broken and spoiled by this avalanche of men； beasts and vehicles。
A chief wearing on his sleeve the band of the military administration was giving orders as though he were the proprietor。 He did not even condescend to look at this civilian walking beside the lieutenant with the downcast look of a prisoner。 The stables were vacant。 Desnoyers saw his last animals being driven off with sticks by the helmeted shepherds。 The costly progenitors of his herds were all beheaded in the park like mere slaughter…house animals。 In the chicken houses and dovecotes； there was not a single bird left。 The stables were filled with thin horses who were gorging themselves before overflowing mangers。 The feed from the barns was being lavishly distributed through the avenue； much of it lost before it could be used。 The cavalry horses of various divisions were turned loose in the meadows； destroying with their hoofs the canals； the edges of the slopes； the level of the ground； all the work of many months。 The dry wood was uselessly burning in the park。 Through carelessness or mischief； someone had set the wood piles on fire。 The trees； with the bark dried by the summer heat； were crackling on being licked by the flame。
The building was likewise occupied by a multitude of men under this same superintendent。 The open windows showed a continual shifting through the rooms。 Desnoyers heard great blows that re…echoed within his breast。 Ay； his historic mansion！ 。 。 。 The General was going to establish himself in it； after having examined on the banks of the Marne； the works of the pontoon builders； who had been constructing several military bridges for the troops。 Don Marcelo's outraged sense of ownership forced him to speak。 He feared that they would break the doors of the locked roomshe would like to go for the keys in order to give them up to those in charge。 The commissary would not listen to him but continued ignoring his existence。 The lieutenant replied with cutting amiability：
〃It is not necessary； do not trouble yourself！〃
After this considerate remark； he started to rejoin his regiment but deemed it prudent before losing sight of Desnoyers to give him a little advice。 He must remain quietly at the castle； outside； he might be taken for a spy； and he already knew how promptly the soldiers of the Emperor settled all such little matters。
He could not remain in the garden looking at his dwelling from any distance； because the Germans who were going and coming were diverting themselves by playing practical jokes upon him。 They would march toward him in a straight line； as though they did not see him； and he would have to hurry out of their way to avoid being thrown down by their mechanical and rigid advance。
Finally he sought refuge in the lodge of the Keeper； whose good wife stared with astonishment at seeing him drop into a kitchen chair breathless and downcast； suddenly aged by losing the remarkable energy that had been the wonder of his advanced years。
〃Ah； Master。 。 。 。 Poor Master！〃
Of all the events attending the invasion； the most unbelievable for this poor woman was seeing her employer take refuge in her cottage。
〃What is ever going to become of us！〃 she groaned。
Her husband was in constant demand by the invaders。 His Excellency's assistants； installed in the basement apartments of the castle were incessantly calling him to tell them the whereabouts of things which they could not find。 From every trip； he would return humiliated； his eyes filled with tears。 On his forehead was the black and blue mark of a blow； and his jacket was badly torn。 These were souvenirs of a futile attempt at opposition； during his master's absence； to the German plundering of stables and castle rooms。
The millionaire felt himself linked by misfortune to these people； considered until then with indifference。 He was very grateful for the loyalty of this sick and humble man； and the poor woman's interest in the castle as though it were her own； touched him greatly。 The presence of their daughter brought Chichi to his mind。 He had passed near her without noting the transformation in her； seeing her just the same as when； with her little dog trot； she had accompanied the Master's daughter on her rounds through the parks and grounds。 Now she was a woman； slender and full grown； with the first feminine graces showing subtly in her fourteen…year…old figure。 Her mother would not let her leave the lodge； fearing the soldiery which was invading every other spot with its overflowing current； filtering into all open places； breaking every obstacle which impeded their course。
Desnoyers broke his despairing silence to admit that he was feeling hungry。 He was ashamed of this bodily want； but th