The little _cafes debits_ were crowded, largely by Tommies.

He was not accosted again, for he walked fast, but he saw enough as he went.
More than an hour later he swung into camp, and went to his room, lit a candle, and shut the door.

Tunic off, he sat on the edge of the camp-bed and stared at the light.

He seemed to have lived a year in a day, and he felt unclean.

He thought of Hilda, and then actually smiled, for Hilda and this life seemed so incredibly far apart.