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striped red-and-white booths, staring up at the sky She would look up,

too, and there would be an aeroplane sliding along, sometimes so low

that one could hear the faint report of the exhaust

But it was the aht, a steady streaain, one would be going very slowly, and other o on A silent, griirl to bear the solitude of those

two interray cars with the red crosses painted on the tops--a

symbol of mercy that had ceased to protect--inside those cars were

wounded men, men who had perhaps lain for hours without food or care

Surely, surely it was right that she had coreat total She twisted Harvey's ring on her finger

and sent a little ive e "It is so

terrible! So pitiful!"