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Very pale and desperate, Henri took the night A train for Folkestone

after he had said good-by to Sara Lee He alternately chilled and

burned with fever, and when he slept, as he did now and then, going off

suddenly into a doze and waking with a jerk, it was to dreaht, in his wilder intervals, of killing hie He was going back to tell his

story and to take his punishment

He had cabled to Jean to , the channel boat drew in to the wharf there was no sign of

Jean or the car Henri regarded the empty quay with apathetic eyes

They would coet his head down and sleep

for a while he would be better able to get toward the Front For he

kne that he was ill He had, indeed, been ill for days, but he did

not realize that And he hated illness He regarded it with suspicion,

as a weakness not for a strong arded him curiously

and with interest Many women turned to look after Henri, but he did

not know this Had he known it he would have regarded it much as he

did illness

The stupid boy was not round The girl herself took the key and led the