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Chapter 40

           Itwasstillrainingaswedrovethroughthestreetsandintothecarriageentranceofthehotel.Theconciergewithbrasskeysonhislapels,theelevator,thecarpetsonthefloors,andthewhitewashbowlswithshiningfixtures,thebrassbedandthebigcomfortablebedroomallseemedverygreatluxuryaftertheGuttingens.Thewindowsoftheroomlookedoutonawetgardenwithawalltoppedbyanironfence.Acrossthestreet,whichslopedsteeply,wasanotherhotelwithasimilarwallandgarden.Ilookedoutattherainfallinginthefountainofthegarden.

           Catherineturnedonallthelightsandcommencedunpacking.IorderedawhiskeyandsodaandlayonthebedandreadthepapersIhadboughtatthestation.ItwasMarch,1918,andtheGermanoffensivehadstartedinFrance.IdrankthewhiskeyandsodaandreadwhileCatherineunpackedandmovedaroundtheroom.

           "YouknowwhatIhavetoget,darling,"shesaid.

           "What?"

           "Babyclothes.Therearen’tmanypeoplereachmytimewithoutbabythings."

           "Youcanbuythem."

           "Iknow.That’swhatI’lldoto-morrow.I’llfindoutwhatisnecessary."

           "Yououghttoknow.Youwereanurse."

           "Butsofewofthesoldiershadbabiesinthehospitals."

           "Idid."

           Shehitmewiththepillowandspilledthewhiskeyandsoda.

           "I’llorderyouanother,"shesaid."I’msorryIspilledit."

           "Therewasn’tmuchleft.Comeonovertothebed."

           "No.Ihavetotryandmakethisroomlooklikesomething."

           "Likewhat?"

           "Likeourhome."

           "HangouttheAlliedflags."

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