What's been done once can be done again.

In such a huge and confused war as this there's always a good chance." "Ah, you're right, Monsieur," said Antoine, and he ceased to struggle.
Julie had heard the whisper, and she looked at John confidently.

She was the youngest of all the women in the carts, but she was the coolest.
"They cannot do anything with us but hold us a few days," she said.
John was silent, turning away his somber face.

He did not like this carrying away of the women as captives, and to him the women were embodied in Julie.

They were following a little path through the woods, the German drivers and German guards seeming to know well the way.