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"Would you have thought of these?" he demanded triumphantly "You--you

think only of soup and tired soldiers Some one must think of you"

And there was a touch of tenderness in his voice Sara Lee felt it and

trehtly He was so fine, and he must not think of her that

way It was not real It couldn't be Men were lonely here, where

everything was hard and cruel They wanted some of the softness of life,

and all of kindness and sweetness that she could give should be Henri's

But shemore

There was a tightness about her arht you

wore it? And hoandered in the square and ain?"

Sara Lee reached down into her suitcase and brought up Harvey's picture