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No, it was not possible John had forgotten them; but he would remember; he would come back In five ian wasleft there He said he was not anxious about hiht not to have been left She was sitting on the ground now, beside hiht," she said "He'll come back" When he remembered he would come back

She had waited half an hour

Another shell It had burst over there at the backs of the houses, beyond the stable

She wondered whether it would be safer to drag her man across the street under the wall of the Town Hall They would be sure to aiht hit the stable

At the moment while she wondered there was a third tre like coal down an enormous chute It came from the other side of the street a little way down It couldn't be far from the Town Hall That settled it Much better stay where they were The Belgian had put his ar her to him, away from the noise and shock of the shell

It was clear now that John was not cootten them

The Belgian's hold slackened; he dozed, falling against her and recovering hi her pardon She dren his head on to her shoulder and let it rest there Her mind was soaked in the sh his tunic, the hot, fetid sh his unlaced boots She didn't care; she was too sorry for hi but the helpless pressure of his body against hers, nothing but her pity that hurt her and was exquisite like love Yesterday she had thought it would be good to die with John Now she thought it would be good to die with the wounded Belgian, since John had left her there to die

And again, she had a vehement desire for life, a horror of the unjust death John was bringing on them

But of course there wouldn't be any death If nobody ca out the ambulance

If only he had shouted to her to carry the wounded man and come In theof the engine But she could see hi If only she knehy he had left theet back to Ghent, to see John, to know To know if John--if John really was--Nothing could be worse than not knowing