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Henri sat still and ss--of Sara Lee's

eyes when in the center of the London traffic she had held the dying

donkey; of her s he

had found her at Calais, in the Gare Mariti And he thought, too, of the ring and

the photograph she carried But s she had

said to hi

Perhaps there caht, if things ell, tobefore her, to let

her see that these odd jobs he did had their value and their risks But

he put that froht, for her sake He shivered as he remembered the room where she

slept, the corner that was shot away and left open to the street

So he sat and watched And at one o'clock the

It was easy to count the revolutions by the red wing Nine times it

turned, and stopped After five ain, thirty

tiuess," he said to hiuess"

His work for the afternoon was done Still with the bent-kneed swing he

struck back to the road, and avoiding the crossroads, went across more