He spoke of the great revenge so long awaited by French hearts, assured us that we should all be proud, later, to have lived in those hours, thrilled us all, and added, "Come, say good-by to your folks.

No more women now.
And let's be off, for I'm going with you as far as the station." A last confused scrimmage--with moist sounds of kisses and litanies of advice--closed up in the great public hall.
When I had embraced Marie I joined these who were falling in near the road.

We went off in files of four.

All the causeways were garnished with people, because of us; and at that moment I felt a lofty emotion and a real thrill of glory.
At the corner of a street I saw Crillon and Marie, who had run on ahead to take their stand on our route.

They waved to me.
"Now, keep your peckers up, boys! You're not dead yet, eh!" Crillon called to us.
Marie was looking at me and could not speak.
"In step! One-two!" cried Adjutant Marcassin, striding along the detachment.
We crossed our quarter as the day declined over it.