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Outside the rain poured down on the glass roof. Even on the dressingtable in her bath-room she always had flowers. There, dearie. pans nine lineups along the heaving airless cor-ridor of seasick seascared doughboys with their messkits in their hands)Hay sojer tel me they've signed an armístice telme the wars over they're takin us home latrine talk the hel yo

I've never been to Russia or anywhere. He went away that evening to a hotel, thanking her for putting him up like a good comrade even if she didn't love him any more. The air was ful of shuffle and low clicking machinesounds in which voices were lost. Say, Chub, let's take 'em along to Mother Bly's, said the thuggylook-ing individual, poking the sailor in the ribs with his elbow.