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the hearth, knitting, the click of whose needles blended with the buzzing of a large bee on the window-pane. `She may know,' he thought, `she looks as if she'd been here for ever.' And approaching her, he said: `I can assure you those socks are very much appreciated, ma'am.'
The old lady bridled over her spectacles.
`It passes the time,' she said.
`Oh, more than that; it helps to win the war, ma'am.' The old lady's lips moved at the corners; she did not answer. `Deaf!' he thought.
`May I ask if you knew my friends, Doctor and Mrs. Laird, and Miss Pierson?'
The old lady cackled gently.
`Oh, yes! A pretty young girl; as pretty as life. She used to sit with me. Quite a pleasure to watch her; such large eyes she had.'
`Where have they gone? Can you tell me?' `Oh, I don't know at all.'
It was a little cold douche on his heart. He longed to say: `Stop knitting a minute, please. It's my life, to know.' But the tune of the needles answered: It's my life to knit.' And he turned away to the window.
`She used to sit just there; quite still, quite still.'
Fort looked down at the window-seat. So, she used to sit just here, quite still.
`What a dreadful war this is!' said the old lady. `Have you been at the front?'
`Yes.'
`To think of the poor young girls who'll never have husbands! I'm sure I think it's dreadful.'
`Yes,' said Fort; `it's dreadful.' And then a voice from the doorway said: `Did you want Doctor and Mrs. Laird, sir? East Bungalow their address is; it's a little way out on the North Road. Anyone will tell you.'
With a sigh of relief Fort looked gratefully at the old

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