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You wouldn't want me to stay out of it any longer, Jean-Joan." "Yes, I should. Other men can go, but I want to keep you it's bad enough to give Daddy . I haven't anybody. Mary Connolly has her husband, but I haven't anybody " her voice broke and broke again . He came over and knelt beside her. "Let me tell you something," he said. "Do you remember the night of the Witherspoon dinner?
Gradually she had won him over, so that now, when she was not in the room, he hunted up a shoe or a glove, and sat with it until she came back. "It is my self-respect, Jean-Joan." She admitted that. "But ?" "I can't stay out of the fighting and call myself a man. It has come to that with me." She knew that it had come to that. She had thought a great deal about it.
But I have never struggled. I have always had somebody to brush my clothes and to bring my breakfast, and I think I have had a sort of hazy idea that life was like that for everybody or if it wasn't, then the people who couldn't be brushed and breakfasted by others were much to be pitied. "Oh, I've been a Tin Soldier, Jean-Joan, left out not only of the war but of life.
Through, all the day I have this hour in mind when I can write to you and I think there are lots of other fellows like that for I can see them all about me here in the Hut, bending over their letters with a look on their faces which isn't there at any other time. "By Jove, Jean-Joan, I never knew before what women meant in the lives of men.
With the blood all drained from her face, she stared at him as if she saw a specter "Derry," she whispered. With his strong arms, he lifted her over the counter. "Jean-Joan, Jean-Joan " When at last she released herself, it was to laugh through her tears. "Derry, pull down the shades; what will people think?" He cared little what people would think.
He loosed a hairpin here and there and ran his fingers through the crinkled gold. "If you knew how I've dreamed of it, Jean-Joan." But he had not dreamed of the dearness of the little face. "My darling, you have been pining, and I didn't know it." "Well, didn't you like my smiling letters?" "So that was it? You've been trying to cheer me up, and letting yourself get like this."
"There must be a table for the Log-Fire Room," Jean told her husband, "and a fire-bench, not too high, and a big chair for you, and another chair for me " "And a stool for your little feet ." "And a desk for you, Derry." "And an oval mirror with a gold frame, for me to see your face in, Jean-Joan "
"And when Hilda sets her mind on a thing . Oh, I can't seem to talk of anything but Hilda when she sets her mind on anything, she gets it in one way or another and that's why I am afraid of her." Derry wrote back. "Don't be afraid of anything, Jean-Joan. And it won't do any good to talk to Hilda. I don't want you to talk to her.
Do you suppose that a few years ago any of us would have been keyed up to a point where a self-contained Englishman could have asked a girl, in the face of three other people, if she loved him, and have had her answer like that? It was beautiful, beautiful, Jean-Joan " She held her breath. "Why do you call me that?" "She lived for France. You shall live for France and me." The snow shut them in.
"There is only one Jean for me yesterday, today and forever." She stood a little away from him. "Derry, I've been thinking and thinking " He put a finger under her chin and turned her face up to him. "What have you been thinking, Jean-Joan?" "That you must go and I will take care of your father." "You?" "Yes. Why not, Derry?" "I won't have you sacrificed." "But you want me to be brave." "Yes.
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