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They
ran
down
the
platform
.
When
they
got
to
the
crowd
,
they
could
,
of
course
,
see
nothing
but
the
damp
backs
and
elbows
of
the
people
on
the
crowd
's
outside
.
Everybody
was
talking
at
once
.
It
was
evident
that
something
had
happened
.
"
It
's
my
belief
he
's
nothing
worse
than
a
natural
,
"
said
a
farmerish-looking
person
.
Peter
saw
his
red
,
clean-shaven
face
as
he
spoke
.
"
If
you
ask
me
,
I
should
say
it
was
a
Police
Court
case
,
"
said
a
young
man
with
a
black
bag
.
"
Not
it
;
the
Infirmary
more
like
--
"
Then
the
voice
of
the
Station
Master
was
heard
,
firm
and
official
:
--
"
Now
,
then
--
move
along
there
.
I
'll
attend
to
this
,
if
YOU
please
.
"
But
the
crowd
did
not
move
.
And
then
came
a
voice
that
thrilled
the
children
through
and
through
.
For
it
spoke
in
a
foreign
language
.
And
,
what
is
more
,
it
was
a
language
that
they
had
never
heard
.
They
had
heard
French
spoken
and
German
.
Aunt
Emma
knew
German
,
and
used
to
sing
a
song
about
bedeuten
and
zeiten
and
bin
and
sin
.
Nor
was
it
Latin
.
Peter
had
been
in
Latin
for
four
terms
.
It
was
some
comfort
,
anyhow
,
to
find
that
none
of
the
crowd
understood
the
foreign
language
any
better
than
the
children
did
.
"
What
's
that
he
's
saying
?
"
asked
the
farmer
,
heavily
.
"
Sounds
like
French
to
me
,
"
said
the
Station
Master
,
who
had
once
been
to
Boulogne
for
the
day
.
