"But they do, they do,
they do...."
Down in the street her own name caught her ear, and she went to the
window.
"Are you there, are you there?" cried the voice.
Hanging waist-deep out of the window she received her orders for the
next day.
"I came down to tell you now," said the girl below on the pavement. "I
thought you might have things to do to the car. You must be at the Hotel
Royal, near the station, at half-past six to-morrow morning."
"Have you any idea whom I'm to take? Or where?"
"I don't know where, but the man is a Russian colonel."
She drew her head back through the window, and the gay tumble of the
street gave way to the impersonal, heavy room. Cramming her oil-stained
overall into her haversack, she put on her leather coat and went up to
the garage.
The sun had disappeared. A cold wind struck the silk-clad ankles.
CHAPTER IV
VERDUN
"Come in," she said in English, lifting her head and all her mind and
spirit out of the pit of the pillow.
Feet came further into the room and a shivering child held a candle in
her face. "Halb sechs, Fraeulein," it said. But the Fraeulein continued
to stare at him. He thought she was not yet awake--he could not tell that
she was counting countries in her head to find which one she was in--or
that she was inclining towards the theory that she was at school in
Germany.
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