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After some time，as soon as the first terror disappears，a new calm is established．In many families，the Prussian officer eats

at the table．He is sometimes well bred and，through politeness，pities France，and speaks of his repugnance in taking part

in this affair．One is grateful to him for this sentiment；then，one may be，some day or other，in need of his protection．By

treat-ing him well，one has，perhaps，a less number of men to feed．And why should we wound anyone on whom we are

entirely dependent？To act thus would be less bravery than temerity．And temerity is no longer a fault of the commoner of

Rouen，as it was at the time of the heroic defense，when their city became famous．Final-ly，each told himself that the

highest judgment of French urbanity required that they be allowed to be polite to the strange soldier in the house，provided

they did not show themselves familiar with him in public．Outside they would not make themselves known to each other，but

at home they could chat freely，and the German might remain longer each evening warming his feet at their hearthstones．

The town even took on，little by little，its ordinary aspect．The French scarcely went out，but the Prussian soldiers grumbled

in the streets．In short，the officers of the Blue Hussars，who dragged with arrogance their great weapons of death up and

down the pavement，seemed to have no more grievous scorn for the simple citizens than the officers or the sportsmen

who，the year before，drank in the same cafes．

There was nevertheless，something in the air，something subtle and unknown，a strange，intolerable atmosphere like a

penetrating odor，the odor of invasion．It filled the dwellings and the public places，changed the taste of the food，gave the

impression of being on a journey，far away，among barbarous and dangerous tribes．

The conquerors exacted money，much money．The inhabitants always paid and they were rich enough to do it．But the

richer a trading Norman becomes the more he suffers at every outlay，at each part of his fortune that he sees pass from his

hands into those of another．

Therefore，two or three leagues below the town，following the course of the river toward Croisset，Dieppedalle，or Biessart

mariners and fishermen often picked up the swollen corpse of a German in uniform from the bottom of the river，killed by the

blow of a knife，the head crushed with a stone，or perhaps thrown into the water by a push from the high bridge．The slime

of the river bed buried these obscure vengeances，savage，but legitimate，unknown heroisms，mute attacks more perilous

than the battles of broad day，and without the echoing sound of glory．