The club might well be proud of its young men who had practised arms in times of peace, for now they were all jeopardizing their existence at the front.
Desnoyers turned his face away as though he feared to meet in the eyes of his friend, an ironical and questioning expression.

Why had he not gone with the others to defend the land in which he was living?
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"To-morrow I will go," repeated Julio, depressed by this recollection.
But he went toward the South like all those who were fleeing from the war.

The following morning Argensola was charged to get him a railroad ticket for Bordeaux.