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h■ey descended the hill and walked ■along the blazing quays. Martin ■knew

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every house, every stone, every old woman ●who pausing from beating her li■nen on the side of the Dronne waved him a welcom●e. And

men stopped him and slapped his should●er and shook him by the hand. “You recognise t■he good heart of Périgord,” said Bigour■

din. Martin replied, with excu■sable Gallic hyperbole: “C’est mon pa■ys. I find it again, after having wandered o●ver the earth.


” They turned into the narrow,■ cool Rue de Périgueux. On the opposite si■de of the street, they saw Monsieur Four●e, adjoint du

maire, walking furious●ly, mopping a red forehead, soft● straw hat in hand. He sped acr■oss to them, too excited to reali■se that Martin had gone and ■returned. “Have you heard the news? Th●e Mayor has received a telegram from Pari■s. The order of mobilisation goes out to-day.” ■ “Bon,” said Bigourdin. The■ terrace of the

ee at the Café de l’

chandler of corn ■and hay; and they did not need the adjoint ■du Maire to tell them the new■s. The fresh arrivals, provided sp●eedily with chairs by the waiters●, were swallowed up in the g■roup. And Martin was assailed. “Et ma●intenant, l’Angleterre. Qu’est-c■e qu’ell

e va faire?” It was the q●uestion on all French lips that day ●until England declared war. And Mar■tin proclaimed, as though inspir■ed from Whitehall, that England wo■uld fight. For the moment his declaration sat●isfied them. The talk swayed from him excitedly■. France at war, at last, after f●orty years, held their souls. They talked i●n the air, as men will, of numbers,● of prepar