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He pointed to a huge white mound beyond on the top of which someone had stuck a small cross of wood. HE POINTED TO A HUGE WHITE MOUND BEYOND ON THE TOP OF WHICH SOMEONE HAD STUCK A SMALL CROSS OF WOOD
spoke as a woman might say of her only child, "Look at _my_ baby." "Voilà ma maison," he said. I tried to say in his language what I felt; and after my attempt he spoke of his house. It was very old. Down underneath, he said, it dated from feudal times; though I did not quite make out whether all that lay under that mound had been so old or whether he only meant the cellars of his house. It was a fine high house, he said, as much as two storeys high. No one that is familiar with houses of fifty storeys, none even that has known palaces, will smile at this old man's efforts to tell of his high house, and to make me believe that it rose to two storeys high, as we stood together by that sad white mound. He told me that his son was killed. And that disaster strangely did not move me so much as the white mound that had been a house and had had two storeys, for it seems to be common to every French family with whose fathers I have chanced to speak in ruined cities or on busy roads of France. OWED IN ONE OF THE WORDS HE USED HE SPOKE AS A WOMAN MIGHT SAY OF HER ONLY CHILD LOOK AT MY BABY VIOLA MAISON HE SAID I TRIED TO SAY IN HIS LANGUAGE WHAT I FELT AND AFTER MY ATTEMPT HE SPOKE OF HIS HOUSE IT WAS VERY OLD DOWN UNDERNEATH HE SAID IT DATED FROM FEUDAL TIMES THOUGH I DID NOT QUITE OUT WHETHER ALL THAT LAY UNDER THAT MOUND HAD BEEN SO OLD OR WHETHER HE ONLY MEANT THE CELLARS OF HIS HOUSE IT WAS A FINE HIGH HOUSE HE SAID AS MUCH AS TWO STORIES HIGH NO ONE THAT IS FAMILIAR WITH HOUSES OF FIFTY STORIES NONE EVEN THAT HAS KNOWN PALACES WILL SMILE AT THIS OLD MAN'S EFFORTS TO TELL OF HIS HIGH HOUSE AND TO MAKE ME BELIEVE THAT IT ROSE TO TWO STORIES HIGH AS WE STOOD TOGETHER BY THAT SAD WHITE MOUND HE TOLD ME THAT HIS SON WAS KILLED AND THAT DISASTER STRANGELY DID NOT MOVE ME SO MUCH AS THE WHITE MOUND THAT HAD BEEN A HOUSE AND HAD HAD TWO STORIES FOR IT SEEMS TO BE COMMON TO EVERY FRENCH FAMILY WITH WHOSE FATHERS I HAVE CHANCED TO SPEAK IN RUINED CITIES OR ON BUSY ROADS OF FRANCE
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