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was staring at the ceiling with his big jowly face as expressionless as a cow's. Without finishing reading the letter Mary-147-French started packing her things. The old people cried whenever they spoke of it. Paul got red, I wish I had a liebe frau, he said.

Now at home he wouldn't have done that, not in a thousand years. Gladys nodded; her mouth was getting very smal and thin. They spent a rainy Sunday huddled on the bed in their dank room, trying to decide what they ought to do. Del was at the office al day and at the Red Cross canteen al the evening.