l flare in the hearth flicker in his face white and sagging as dough blacken the cavedin mouth the taut throat the bel y swel ed enor-mous with the wound he got working on the minetipple the barefoot girl brings him a tincup of water the-522-woman wipes sweat off his streaming face with a dirty denim sleeve the firelight flares in his eyes stretched big with fever in the women's scared eyes and in the blanched faces of the foreignerswithout help in the val ey hemmed by dark str The poilus said la guerre was une saloperie and la victorie was une sale blague and asked eagerly if les americains knew any-thing about la revolution en Russie. Charley cottoned to her first thing. tail would get little and draw together as the train went out of sight across the trestle towards Ham-mels.
At last the fog greyed a little and it was day. They went to the caféopposite St. Dick laughed and settled back into his seat again. Then suddenly Tad began to make a great fuss over Tony and to order up drinks for him.
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