Part,  Chapter

1     I,      XI|   perfect marksman. What a soldier he would have made! But
2    II,      IX|   fought as a knight and a soldier under the national tricolour
3    II,     XII|   général!" sobbed the old soldier, trying to close the gash
4    II,     XIV|  change the subject. For a soldier coming home from the gory
5    II,     XIV|    but I? As I was no real soldier, so my wound was no real
6    II,     XIV|   on the battle-field some soldier or nurse might smoke the
7    II,     XVI| forehead betrayed me for a soldier of some sort, and a strict
8    II,     XVI| them that I was no runaway soldier, no foreign spy, but a lawfully-discharged