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"Oh " she said, and her pain stopped her. "I don't know what you're talking about 'going on like this. I'm going on." "What's the good? You've had enough. If I were you I should go home. You know you can't stand it." "What? Go and leave my cars to Sutton?" "McClane could take them." "I don't know how long McClane signed on for. I signed on for the duration of the war."
"No. That makes it simply awful." "Pretty awful." "Billy we must get him back." "I I don't know about that. He isn't much good, is he? I think we'd better let him go." "Don't you see how awful it'll be for the Corps?" "The Corps? Does that matter? McClane would take us all on to-morrow." "I mean for us. You and me and Gwinnie. He's our Corps, and we're it."
The Belgian orderlies were removing plates and cups from one to the other, establishing under the Commandant's directions a separate mess. By tea-time two chauffeurs had added themselves to the McClane Corps. Twelve to four. And they would have to live together nobody knew how long: as long as the war lasted.
You forgot that I helped Alice Bartrum to pack Gurney's things. You forget that Billy knows." "Do I? I shan't forget your going back on me; your betraying me," he said. And for the first time she realised how alone he was; how horribly alone. He had nobody but her. "Who have I betrayed you to?" "To Sutton. To McClane. To everybody you talked to." "No. No." "Yes.
He went with an uneven dropping movement of one hip. Charlotte followed him. "Get into your seat, Sharlie. We've got to wait for Billy and McClane." He dragged himself awkwardly into the place beside her. "John," she said, "are you hurt?" "No. But I think I've strained something. That's why I couldn't lift that damned stretcher." The windows stood wide open to the sweet, sharp air. She heard Mrs.
"Well, that won't hurt us." "What'll hurt us is this. It'll be sent out before we are. McClane was here hours ago. He's been to Head Quarters." Sutton's gloom deepened. "How do you know?" "President says so."
She could read her own name in writing; and there it was, sure enough, plain as print, Polly Price, and it was written on an envelope exactly like the one she had chosen to send to Jane. A fearful thought came into Polly's mind. She had told the lady her own name, Polly Price, and it was Polly Price she had written on the envelope instead of Jane McClane. Oh! oh! oh! and then Polly burst out,
It was odd, but John had never shown the smallest desire to go without her. If he hadn't liked it he could easily have taken Sutton or Gwinnie or one of the McClane men. It was as if, in spite of his hostility, he still felt, as he had said, that where she was everything would be right. And it looked as if this time nothing could go wrong.
Gwinnie was to drive Sutton and Charlotte was to go out alone. And he had offered himself to McClane. To McClane. That gave her the measure of his resentment. She could see that he coupled her with Sutton while he yet tried to keep them apart. He was not going to have more to do with either of them than he could help. So that she had hardly seen or heard of him that day.
His head was tilted upwards at the chin; that gave it a noble look. His mouth was open, ever so slightly open ... McClane shifted the light so that it fell on his forehead.... Black eyebrows curling up like little moustaches.... The half-dropped eyelids guarded the dead eyes. She thought of how he used to dream.
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