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Chapter 24

           Wedrovedownthestreetandturnedtotheleft,thencamearoundtotherightinfrontofthestation.Thereweretwocarabinieristandingunderthelightjustoutoftherain.Thelightshoneontheirhats.Therainwasclearandtransparentagainstthelightfromthestation.Aportercameoutfromundertheshelterofthestation,hisshouldersupagainsttherain.

           "No,"Isaid."Thanks.Idon’tneedthee."

           Hewentbackundertheshelterofthearchway.IturnedtoCatherine.Herfacewasintheshadowfromthehoodofthecarriage.

           "Wemightaswellsaygood-by."

           "Ican’tgoin?"

           "No."

           "Good-by,Cat."

           "Willyoutellhimthehospital?"

           "Yes."

           Itoldthedrivertheaddresstodriveto.Henodded.

           "Good-by,"Isaid."TakegoodcareofyourselfandyoungCatherine."

           "Good-by,darling."

           "Good-by,"Isaid.Isteppedoutintotherainandthecarriagestarted.CatherineleanedoutandIsawherfaceinthelight.Shesmiledandwaved.Thecarriagewentupthestreet,Catherinepointedintowardthearchway.Ilooked,therewereonlythetwocarabinieriandthearchway.Irealizedshemeantformetogetinoutoftherain.Iwentinandstoodandwatchedthecarriageturnthecorner.ThenIstartedthroughthestationanddowntherunwaytothetrain.

           Theporterwasontheplatformlookingforme.Ifollowedhimintothetrain,crowdingpastpeopleandalongtheaisleandinthroughadoortowherethemachine-gunnersatinthecornerofafullcompartment.Myrucksackandmusetteswereabovehisheadontheluggagerack.

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