All sounds were fused into one steady murmur, rather soothing, like the flowing of a river.
He seemed to hear presently the distant thunder of German guns, but reason told him it was only a trick of the imagination.

Nerves keyed high often created the illusion of reality.
"What are you thinking about, Lannes ?" he asked.
"Of my mother and sister.

Only the French know the French.

The family tie is powerful with us." "I know that, Phil." "So you do.

You're an adopted child of France.