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Chapter 23

           "I’veneverbeenthisway."

           "ThisisthewayIgotothehospital,"Isaid.Itwasanarrowstreetandwekeptontheright-handside.Thereweremanypeoplepassinginthefog.Therewereshopsandallthewindowswerelighted.Welookedinawindowatapileofcheeses.Istoppedinfrontofanarmorer’sshop.

           "Comeinaminute.Ihavetobuyagun."

           "Whatsortofgun?"

           "Apistol."WewentinandIunbuttonedmybeltandlaiditwiththeemplyholsteronthecounter.Twowomenwerebehindthecounter.Thewomenbroughtoutseveralpistols.

           "Itmustfitthis,"Isaid,openingtheholster.ItwasagrayleatherholsterandIhadboughtitsecond-handtowearinthetown.

           "Havetheygoodpistols?"Catherineasked.

           "They’reallaboutthesame.CanItrythisone?"Iaskedthewoman.

           "Ihavenoplacenowtoshoot,"shesaid."Butitisverygood.Youwillnotmakeamistakewithit."

           Isnappeditandpulledbacktheaction.Thespringwasratherstrongbutitworkedsmoothly.Isighteditandsnappeditagain.

           "Itisused,"thewomansaid."Itbelongedtoanofficerwhowasanexcellentshot."

           "Didyousellittohim?"

           "Yes."

           "Howdidyougetitback?"

           "Fromhisorderly."

           "Maybeyouhavemine,"Isaid."Howmuchisthis?"

           "Fiftylire.Itisverycheap."

           "Allright.Iwanttwoextraclipsandaboxofcartridges."

           Shebroughtthemfromunderthecounter.

           "Haveyouanyneedforasword?"sheasked."Ihavesomeusedswordsverycheap."

           "I’mgoingtothefront,"Isaid.

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