We were neither enemies nor friends; merely acquaintances under a temporary flag of truce.

No doubt, trusting me as an honorable soldier, even though wearing an enemy's uniform, she was almost glad to have my protection along this lonely road, but, when the time came to part, she would be equally relieved to have me go.

I was nothing to her; if ever remembered again it would be merely to laugh over my discomfiture in mistaking her for another.

It hurt my pride to think this, to thus realize her complete indifference.
She was a young woman, and I a young man, and nothing in my nature made surrender easy.

I desired, at least, to leave behind me some different impression of my own personality.