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He could not tell her the thoughts that were surging in him The country

was at war Those fellows below there were already in it, of it And

here in this sordid room, he had meant to take her, not because he loved

her, but because she offered herself It was cheap It was terrible It

was--dirty

"Good night," he said, and tried to kiss her But she turned her face

away She stood listening to his steps on the stairs as he went down,

steps that led and were lost in the steady tramp of the soldiers'

feet in the street below