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ey were in it, dogs were barking and an old woman was running toward them flapping her hands at them, as though they were hens she could shoo away. The corporals depended on Turner’s French. He went forward and waited for her to reach him. There were stories of civilians selling bottles of water for ten francs, but he had never seen it. The Frenc [link widoczny dla zalogowanych] re stories of civilians selling bottles of water for ten francs, but he had never seen it. The French he had met were generous, or otherwise lost to their own miseries. The woman was frail and energetic. She had a gnarled, man-in-the-moon face and a wild look. Her voice was sharp.
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“C’est impossible, M’sieur. Vous ne pouvez pas rester ici.”
“We’ll be staying in the barn. We need water, wine, bread, cheese and anything else you can spare.”
“Impossible!”
He said to her softly, “We’ve been fighting for France.”
“You can’t stay here.”
“We’ll be gone at dawn. “We’ve been fighting for France.”
“You can’t stay here.”
“We’ll be gone at dawn. The Germans are still . . .”
“It’s not the Germans, M’sieur. It’s my sons. They are animals. And they’ll be back soon.”
Turner pushed past the woman and went to the pump which was in the corner of the yard, near the kitchen. Nettle an