Ah! Our "modest dinner!" And we all "vaccinated the tomato" as Habert called it. Soon there was no thought of bombardment and all the preoccupations—What a feast!
They spoke of it a long time, it appears, in the humid cellars of the Citadel....
THE PILLAGER, VERDUN.
March, 1916.
It is night! I have just walked through Verdun, which is always being bombarded. As I was passing in front of a house, I heard a noise inside, the door was half-open—I entered the hallway——
In the bedroom at the side there was a series of loud noises as if someone was trying to move furniture——
I open the door. I flash my electric torch and perceive a soldier lugging a large wooden chest like a common house thief.
He has not seen me, but turns brusquely at the flash of the light. He is kneeling on the floor and regards me fixedly.
"What are you doing there? Surely it is your sister's house or you wouldn't be kneeling that way! Perhaps I interrupt you?"