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don't know what they're up against. I expect there's times when you wish you was a man, don't you, miss? I'm sure there's times when I feel I'd like to go in the trenches. That's the worst o' my job; you can't be a human bein'not in the full sense of the word. You mustn't let your passions rise, you mustn't drink, you mustn't talk; it's a narrow walk o' life. Well, here you are, miss; your Square's the next turnin' to the right. Good night, and thank you for your conversation.'
Noel held out her hand. `Good nightl' she said.
The policeman took her hand with a queer, flattered embarrassment.
`Good night, miss,' he said again. `I see you've got a trouble; and I'm sure I hope it'll turn out for the best.'
Noel gave his huge hand a squeeze; her eyes had filled with tears, and she turned quickly up towards the Square, where a dark figure was coming towards her, in whom she recognized her father. His face was worn and harassed; he walked irresolutely, like a man who has lost something.
`Nollie!' he said. `Thank God!' In his voice was an infinite relief. `My child, where have you been?'
`It's all right, Daddy. Cyril has just gone to the front. I've been seeing him off from Charing Cross.'
Pierson slipped his arm round her. They entered the house without speaking....

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By the rail of his transport, as far-about two feet-as he could get from anyone, Cyril Morland stood watching Calais, a dream city, brighten out of the heat and grow solid. He could hear the guns already, the voice of his new life-talking in the distance. It came with its strange excitement into a being held by soft and marvellous memories, by one long vision of Noel and the moonlit grass,

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