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choly winter outlook on the street,
kindled and twitched, following all the
movements of the rhythm. Some-
times he beat for the attack, and the
twinkle of his white teeth broke into a
fierce laugh; or again his eyesmoistened
over some Mussulman réveil/é (dawn
music), his nostril inflated, and through
the sickly odours of the ambulance,
amid the phials and compresses, he saw
again the groves of Blidah, laden with
oranges, and the little Moorish women
leaving the bath, muffled in white and
perfumed with verbena.

Two months passed away thus.
Paris, in those two months, had done
many things; but Kadour knew nothing
about them. He had heard beneath
the windows the return of the worn-
out and disarmed troops; later on the
cannon went by, rolling from morn-
ing to night; then the alarm, and the .
cannonade. Of all this he understood
nothing, except that war was going on
still, and that soon he would be able