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“Aw, go on, I meant what I said!” he cried savagely. “One American can wipe up the ground with three Frenchmen!”

And now there were two men in uniform before him—two men with revolver holsters on their hips, dressed in red and blue.

“You heard what I said,” he shouted. “I’m a hero—I’m not afraid of the whole damn French army!”

A hand fell on his arm, but with blind passion he wrenched it free and struck at the black mustached face before him. Then there was a rushing, crashing noise in his ears as fists and then feet struck at him, and the world seemed to close like water over his head.

V

When they located him and, after a personal expedition by one of the American vice consuls, got him out of jail, Milly realized how much these weeks had meant to her. The holiday was over. But even though Jim would be in Paris tomorrow, even though the dreary round of her life with him was due to recommence, Milly decided to take the trip to Château-Thierry just the same. She wanted a last few hours of happiness that she could always remember. She supposed they would return to New York—what chance Jim might have had of obtaining a position had vanished now that he was marked by a fortnight in a French prison.

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