It's a lie," murmured Ferragut spitefully.
"Say what you will, but that was the way of it.

We love according to the place and the moment.

If we had met on some other occasion, we might have seen each other for a few hours, no more, each following his own road without further consideration.

We belong to different worlds....

But we were mobilized in the same country, oppressed by the tedium of waiting, and what had to be ...