Fires of Driftwood by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
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page 100 of 107 (93%)
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"Yes--I"--
They looked at this man Curiously, But he added nothing, And no one questioned. . . . . . . . A fresh-faced boy spoke modestly; "Our family are all Army people-- So, of course-- And it's all over now. We got through. But it was a near thing-- What?" To-Day TO-DAY is a room With windows upon one side And upon the other A door-- Through the windows we may look But cannot pass; Through the door we must pass But cannot look, |
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