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Conger Reynolds correspondence, August 1918
1918-08-29 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 2
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to the others for not telephoning that they intended to be away. At the very least she vowed she would have them thrown in the salle de police and cut off their ears to season the soup with. She urged me to eat the whole brioche, a kind of cake, she had made, and when I explained how impossible that was she gave me what I would take and hurried the rest to her cupboard to hide it from the absentees. They were to get none. While I was killing the quiet afternoon Lieutenant the Marquis de Polignac came along to see me, and we spent an hour talking over a plan he has to work with us in telling the French about the American army. He seems to be a pretty good sort, and I'd be glad to have him around. Late in the afternoon I went for a walk out my favorite way along the brook and up the bluff and back on the winding road overlooking town and valley. There is a suggestion of autumn in the air, as Sir John French said in his battle reports that memorable time in 1914. Today it was apparent in the odor of early falling leaves along the promenade and in the tinges of red and yellow in distant forests. The air too had just a hint of autumn chilliness. But the sunshine was golden. I had not gone far before I realized poignantly how long it had been since
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to the others for not telephoning that they intended to be away. At the very least she vowed she would have them thrown in the salle de police and cut off their ears to season the soup with. She urged me to eat the whole brioche, a kind of cake, she had made, and when I explained how impossible that was she gave me what I would take and hurried the rest to her cupboard to hide it from the absentees. They were to get none. While I was killing the quiet afternoon Lieutenant the Marquis de Polignac came along to see me, and we spent an hour talking over a plan he has to work with us in telling the French about the American army. He seems to be a pretty good sort, and I'd be glad to have him around. Late in the afternoon I went for a walk out my favorite way along the brook and up the bluff and back on the winding road overlooking town and valley. There is a suggestion of autumn in the air, as Sir John French said in his battle reports that memorable time in 1914. Today it was apparent in the odor of early falling leaves along the promenade and in the tinges of red and yellow in distant forests. The air too had just a hint of autumn chilliness. But the sunshine was golden. I had not gone far before I realized poignantly how long it had been since
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