She saw no mark, no difference, ere they told her where she stood was Belgium, and where they stood was France, and that she must not pass from one into the other.
The men took no notice of her.

They went back into their guard-house, and smoked and drank.

A cat sunned herself under a scarlet bean.

The white clouds sailed on before a southerly sky.

She might die here--he there--and nothing seemed to care.
After a while an old hawker came up; he was travelling with wooden clocks from the Black Forest.