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awoke. The sun shone-"June's blue weather"! Why couldn't it rain! "A night in June"! Oh, for a blizzard!
And now, today, Miss Potts had left the common room as early as she used to leave it before the war. Then, on those days, she'd often felt she couldn't be more unhappy, more unhappy, with less to live for: leaving all those silly, gay, datemaking young people-yes, and some of them, her age, still doing it successfully; she, who had never even started. ... And now, though they had all been friendly, yes, pathetically friendly; though they had all been tied together as never before-one of the young ones, handsome as those T.B. cases often are, had actually said, "I envy you your age; you've lived and had the good years"-still, she had to get away. For everyone now agreed that it was all up. It was really no more than a matter of days. The new mechanized military ma chine would just continue to sweep over everything. The very latest of fortifications had not stood against it; why should our dear old-fashioned fleet? All defenses would be air, bombed out of existence.
And then? She had looked forward so dolefully to the prospect of long, unchanging, empty years ahead of her. How utterly stupid that kind of expectation seemed now! How ridiculous those `better dead" wishes appeared. Indeed, what wouldn't she now give just to feel again that basic security in which one could believe that one's own love-life mattered. She had thought herself desperately ill-used because, lying awake in her warmed room on her spring mattress, she was, as Sappho had cried, "alone." Now, how long could she hope to have any privacy left her? She remembered every detail of what she had read about the concentration camps, had

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