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Half an hour later the great grey ambulance, drawn up close to the gates / of the Tournebride, was ready to start down the hill, and the Herr / Doktor waited impatiently while the five hale and whole officers bade / their wounded comrade a hearty, lengthy, and jovial good-night.
They were all _uebermuetig_ -- bubbling over with wild spirits -- and still / talking of their Mecca -- Paris -- now only some thirty miles away. Any hour / might come the longed-for order to advance thither!