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He groped for her hand in the darkness, and so they stood, hand in hand,

like two children, waiting for whatwas over that he told her He had gone up

first and so that she would not happen on his silent figure unwarned,

had carried Rene to the open upper floor, where he lay, singularly

peaceful, face up to the awful beauty of the night

"Good night, little brother," Henri said to hiain would Rene sit and whittle on the doorstep

and sing his tuneless Tipperaree Never again would he gaze with boyish

adoring eyes at Sara Lee as she moved back and forth in the little house

Henri stared up at the sky Thesquadron of death, on the destroyed town and on

the boy's white face So like the Ger Rene's brave and ser and dauntless, and still looking up

Henri took off his cap and crossed himself

Another sentry took Rene's place the next day, but the little house had

lost soreater loss was to co about silent

and red-eyed, there was a letter fro from a London newspaper entitled The Little House