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good results. Attached to the Infantry of the Fortress he had served in one of the forts of the Line and took me there for lunch. I saw fine soldiers who inspired confidence. The armament of the forts, the perfection of the firing plans, the multiple observation posts, the large guns that flanked the anti-tank ditches, everything in Lorraine seemed as formidable as the line in Flanders seemed the reverse.
`On this side at least,' I said to my guide, `they shall not pass.'
But I did not stop to consider that if they broke through elsewhere all this force would become useless and this magnificent army would be imprisoned. On Christmas day Chambrun took me on a tour of the forts and villages of the front lines. It was bitter cold. Snow and frost had enveloped the war in a glistening mantle. No countryside of Dickens was ever a more perfect Christmas setting than the one in which Lorraine entertained our allies that year. It was beautiful to the point of unreality. A vaporous mist wrapped our countryside and clothed it in mystery. One could see barely fifty metres, but this narrow circle was a fairyland. Every tree, every frost-covered bush was transformed into a bouquet of sparkling crystals. The barbed wire entanglements, like monsters touched by one of Shakespeare's fairies, resembled in their white sheaths the silver tinsel that gleams amid the branches of a Christmas tree.
In the evacuated villages the snow had brought the dead houses back to life. Two laurel bushes in front of an empty inn, decorated with luminous crystal, looked like chandeliers, each garden bush became a crecha, every forest glade a church of white marble. On the roads French and English soldiers, invigorated by the cold, slithered over the thin coating of ice and exchanged joyful greetings. Then as one approached the front line the silence became intense: no gun spoke, no voice or cry broke the enchantment. On the deserted farms no dog barked, no cattle lowed. The mist enclosed each outpost, each watcher, in a silver bubble adorned with sparkling branches.
`There are mines all around here,' the Scotch Colonel who accompanied us said candidly, `but I don't know exactly where.'
This speech made me think of my old Bramble, whom I had vainly sought in this new army.
On the day after Christmas I took my leave and went straight from Lorraine to Perigord. The old house at Essendieras had been occupied by more than sixty Alsatian refugees. They came from my father's

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