of the war. His face beamed with triumph. He waved his sword, shouting:
“Victory! Victory!”
On seeing the wounded miller, who was endeavoring to comfort Francoise, and noticing the body of Dominique, his joyous look changed to one of sadness. Then he knelt beside the young man and, tearing open his blouse, put his hand to his heart.
“Thank God!” he cried. Salomon Speedcross Kengät “It is yet beating! Send for the surgeon!”
At the captain’s words Francoise leaped to her feet.
“There is hope!” she cried. “Oh, tell me there is hope!”
At that moment the surgeon appeared. He made a hasty examination and said:
“The young man Naiset Nobis ASTRID Parka is severely hurt, but life is not extinct; he can be saved!” By the surgeon’s orders Dominique was transported to Miehet Nike Free Run 5.0 a neighboring cottage, where he was placed in bed. His wounds were dressed; restoratives were administered, and he soon recovered consciousness. When he opened his eyes he saw Francoise sitting beside him Parajumpers Naiset pitkä untuvatakki and through the open window caught sight of Pere Merlier talking with the French Miehet Nike Roshe Full Anti-Fur captain. He passed his hand over his forehead with a bewildered air and said:
“They did not kill me after all!”
“No,” replied Francoise. “The French came, and their surgeon saved you.”
Pere Merlier turned and said through the window:
“No talking yet, my young ones!”
In due time Dominique was entirely restored, and when peace again blessed the land he wedded his beloved Francoise.
The mill was rebuilt, and Pere Merlier had a new wheel upon which to bestow whatever tenderness was not engrossed by his daughter and her husband.
The End
Book I: Boy and Girl Chapter I: Outside Dorlcote Mill
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