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on the Crillon balcony, with the city gone ht be rather wonderful She thought, if Clay did

not want her, that perhaps it would be very co

Froain, lustily the shouts of a dozen

doughboys hauling a Ger's all here!

What the hell do we care?

What the hell do we care?

Hail, hail, the gang's all here!

What the hell do we care now?"

Then, that night, Clay ca city outside had -room a sort of sanctuary, into which came only faintly

the blasts of horns, hoarse strains of the "Marseillaise" sung by

an un-vocal people, the shuffling of myriad feet, the occasional

se," said the concierge over the telephone, in his

slow English And suddenly a tight band snapped which had seemed to bind

Audrey's head all day She was calain Life was

very wonderful; peace was very wonderful The dear old world The good

old world The kind, loving, tender old world, which separated people

that they ain She wanted to

sing, she wanted to hang over her balcony and teach the un-vocal French

the "Marseillaise"