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Rh made much of him, that brave, noble boy. His father was perfectly amazed, as he looked on and smiled.

Garrone was the last one whom I embraced in the street, and I stifled a sob against his breast. He kissed my brow. Then I ran to my father and mother.

My father asked me: “Have you spoken to all your comrades?”

I replied that I had.

“If there is any one of them whom you have wronged, go and ask his pardon, and beg him to forget it. Is there no one?”

“No one,” I answered.

“Farewell, then,” said my father with a voice full of emotion, bestowing a last glance on the schoolhouse.

“Farewell!” my mother repeated.

I could not say anything.