In the Yule-Log Glow, Book II

oven?e, enrolled in the same battalion, and wounded by the same shell. But Salvette had the stronger

re looks more meagre, more languished day by day; and when he speaks of his home, of return th

idst of winter; by remembrance of the departure for Mass at midnight; the church bedecked and luminous; the dark streets of the village full of people; then the long

ad money to buy a little loaf of white bread and a flask of claret wine! What a pleasure

nd claret wine, the eyes of the s

eam of his mantle a post-order for forty francs. But that was for the day when they should be fr

e to return? And, then, it is Christmas, and they are together, per

mes, as he does every morning to make his tour of the aisles, after long debates and discussions under the breat

. And, as night fell, he was on the watch, his forehead pressed eagerly against the window-pane, until he saw, through the fog