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He would have given her up, he would have left her to the Geret beyond that thought, she would never get beyond yesterday; she would always see it, the flagged road swinging with the swinging bulge of the stretcher, the sudden stopping, the Flamand with his wound, the shafts of the stretcher, suddenly naked, sticking out; and then all the fantastic, incredible ht Herdown,his act eternal

And, after all, the Germans hadn't come round the corner Perhaps he wouldn't have left her if they had really come How did she knohat he wouldn't have done?

No That was thin Thin She couldn't take herself in quite in that way It was the way she had tried with Gibson Herbert When he did anything she loathed she used to pretend he hadn't done it But with John, if she didn't give hiet beyond yesterday Perhaps she would see other things, go on with hi Her unique, beautiful happiness was sht be soh not with the saht of all theout in the end heroic, trius that happened that s that she couldn't get over, that she would never forget

John standing on the hospital steps, watching Trixie Rankin and Alice Bartru of his body, turning away

His voice saying, "I loathe those wo eyes at Sutton over a spouting artery As for Mrs Rankin they ought to intern her She oughtn't to be alloithin tenI like about McClane He can't stand that sort of thing any more than I can"

"How about Gwinnie and s about all over the place So do you"

John standing at the foot of the stairs, looking at the Antwerp men Their heads and faces were covered with a white mask of cotton wool like a diver's helmet, three small holes in each white mask for mouth and eyes They were the men whose faces had been burned by fire at Antwerp

"Come away," she said But he still stood, fascinated, hypnotised by the white masks