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"They've done it!" "What?" "The German frontier-post ... at the circus of the Butte-aux-Loups." "What about it?" "Knocked down." "Nonsense!" "See for yourself." Old Morestal stepped aside. His wife came out of the drawing-room and went and stood by the telescope, on its tripod, at the end of the terrace. "I can see nothing," she said, presently. "Don't you see a tree standing out above the others, with lighter foliage?" "Yes." "And, to the right of that tree, a little lower down, an empty space surrounded by fir-trees?" "Yes." "That's the circus of the Butte-aux-Loups and it marks the frontier at that spot." "Ah, I've got it!... There it is!... You mean on the ground, don't you? Lying flat on the grass, exactly as if it had been rooted up by last night's storm...." "What are you talking about? It has been fairly felled with an axe: you can see the gash from here."
"They've done it!" "What?" "The German frontier-post ... at the circus of the Butte-aux-Loups." "What about it?" "Knocked down." "Nonsense!" "See for yourself." Old Morestal stepped aside. His wife came out of the drawing-room and went and stood by the telescope, on its tripod, at the end of the terrace. "I can see nothing," she said, presently. "Don't you see a tree standing out above the others, with lighter foliage?" "Yes." "And, to the right of that tree, a little lower down, an empty space surrounded by fir-trees?" "Yes." "That's the circus of the Butte-aux-Loups and it marks the frontier at that spot." "Ah, I've got it!... There it is!... You mean on the ground, don't you? Lying flat on the grass, exactly as if it had been rooted up by last night's storm...." "What are you talking about? It has been fairly felled with an axe: you can see the gash from here."
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