"And the Germans are perfect savages, aren't they?"
"Yes."
"They'll burn our houses ... we shan't find anything when we come back—nothing but ashes. Oh, it's awful!... Can't you kill them all?"
"If only we could!..."
"Now then, come up, old girl!"
The cart moved on.
"Good luck!" cried the girl over her shoulder.
"Thanks—good luck!"
Near the top of the hill was a large clearing in the woods, from which the forest appeared like a magnificent mantle thrown over the shoulders of the neighbouring crests, rounding their edges and softening their outlines. From this point we could see the whole of the Woevre plain we had just crossed as well as Remoiville and the plateau of Marville, where, standing sharply out against the bare fields, was the dark line of poplars near which we had been in action in the morning.