The crowd, still shouting, gives way before us. We plough our way through. Women hold their aprons over their faces and go stumbling away. A roar of fury goes up. A wounded man is being carried off.
Copy Quote View & ShareAnyway the war is over so far as they are concerned. But to wait for dysentery is not much of a life either.
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