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He released her lips, but with fingers still locked in his he led her to the house and began to tell her all his news. She did not think it strange that he had no question concerning her own welfare during the days that had intervened. He had seen so much since then; the fires of war burnt him as a fever. She was content to listen and to know that she held his hand and heard his voice again.
"I have been twenty hours in the saddle, little one," he said, "twenty hours upon a biscuit and a glass of white wine at an _auberge_. How good it is to get home again! _Ma foi! _ it seems a hundred years. I cannot think that it is only twenty days -- twenty days since we went to Niederbronn and you taught me to see that the leaves were green. If we had known that morning! And you said that you would be an old woman!"