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Saint's Progress

`Yes! he's gone to the front. Won't you have a cigarette?'
`Thanks. Will you?'
`I want one awfully. I think sitting still and waiting is more dreadful than anything in the world.'
`Except knowing that others are waiting. When I was out there I used to worry horribly over my mother. She was ill at that time. The cruellest thing in war is the anxiety of people about each other-nothing touches- that.'
The words exactly summed up Noel's hourly thought.
He said nice things, this man with the long legs and the thin brown bumpy face!
`I wish I were a man,' she said, `I think women have much the worst time in the war. Is your mother old?' But of course she was old-why he was old himself!
`She died last Christmas.'
'Oh! I'm so sorry!'
`You lost your mother when you were a babe, didn't you?'
`Yes. That's her portrait.' At the end of the room, hang ing on a strip of black velvet was a pastel, very faint in colouring, as though faded, of a young woman, with an eager, sweet, dark-eyed face, bent a little forward, as if questioning her painter. Fort went up to it.
`It's not a bit like you. But she must have been a very sweet woman.'
`It's a sort of presence in the room. I wish I were like her!'
Fort turned. `No,' he said; `no. Better as you are. It would only have spoiled a complete thing.'
`She was good.'
`And aren't you?'
`Oh! no. I get a devil.'
`You! Why, you're out of a fairy-tale!'
`It comes from Daddy-only he doesn't know; because he's a perfect saint; but I know he's had a devil somewhere, or he couldn't be the saint he is.'

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