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Under therang the sharp gong of a city patrol-wagon It ruates back to the courtyard, where its continued cla-room case, probably Sidney, chin lifted, listened carefully

If it was a case for her, the elevator would go up to the operating-room

With a renewed sense of loss, Max saw that already she had put him out of

her mind The call to service was to her a call to battle Her sensitive

nostrils quivered; her young figure stood erect, alert

"It has gone up!"

She took a step toward the door, hesitated, caht hand

on his shoulder

"I'htly on the cheek before he knehat she intended to

do So passionless was the little caress that, perhaps e in their relation

When the door closed behind her, he saw that she had left her ring on the

arm of his chair He picked it up It was still waresture In all his successful young life

he had never before felt the bitterness of failure The very war hurt

Why hadn't they let him die? He didn't want to live--he wouldn't live