20/28 As to Savinien, all his resolution seemed to have vanished at the sound of his aunt's voice, for he had rapidly gained a corner of the room, and seated himself on a leather-covered sofa, hidden behind an armchair, where he remained perfectly quiet. They say that all military contractors are obliged to submit to it. My word, do they take us for thieves, the rascals? I have been arguing for a whole hour with the man they sent me. |