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ng remote in the Caucasus. Presently came the sharp ring of a bell. Jeanne put aside her work and rose. "It is my aunt who has awakened." But Toinette was already at the door. "I will go up, Ma'amselle Jeanne. Do not derange yourself." She bustled away. Once more the pair found themselves alone together. "If you don't continue your sewing, mademoiselle," said Doggie, "I shall think that I am disturbing you, and must bid you good night." Jeanne sat down and resumed her work. A sensation, more like laughter than anything else, fluttered round Doggie's heart. "_Voulez-vous vous asseoir, Monsieur--Trevor?_" "_Vous etes bien aimable, Mademoiselle Jeanne_," said Doggie, sitting down on a straight-backed chair by the oilcloth-covered kitchen table which was between them. "May I move the lamp slightly?" he asked, for it hid her from his view. He moved it somewhat to her left. It threw shadows over her features, accentuating their appealing sadness. He watched her, and thought of McPhail's words about the ghosts. He noted too, as the needle went in and out of the fabric, that her hands, though roughened by coarse work, were finely made, with long fingers and delicate wrists. He broke a silence that grew embarrassing. "You seem to have suffered greatly, Mademoiselle Jeanne," he said softly. Her lips quivered. "_Mais oui, monsieur._" "Monsieur Trevor," he said. She put her hands and needlework in her lap and looked at him full. "And you too have suffered?" "I? Oh no." "But, yes. I have seen too much of it not to know. I see in the eyes. Your two comrades to-day--they are good fellows--but they have not suffered. You are different." "Not a bit," he declared. "We're just little indistinguishable bits of the conglomerate Tommy." "And I, monsieur, have the honour to say that you are different." This was very flattering. More--it was sweet unction, grateful to many a bruise. "How?" said he. "You do not belong to their world. Your Tommies are wonderful in their kindness and chivalry--until I met them I had never seen an Englishman in my life--I had imbecile ideas--I thought they would be without manners--_un peu insultants_. I found I could walk among them, without fear, as if I were a princess. It is true." "It is because you have the air of a princess," said Doggie; "a sad little disguised princess of a fairy-tale, who is recognized by all the wild boars and rabbits in the wood."
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