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all that assurance. When he was actually dying, all he had said, about dying with brave good faith, meant just nothing. It all melted away in something far bigger that underflowed it.
Yet she wasn't dead; wasn't likely to be, soon. The one likelihood, the one pretty certainty (how odd to call such a degree of high risk by that vapid little word "pretty"), the one thing they must all still count on, was the invasion, and then, when it came off, then she must do her bit and call in death.
So the ritual was continued right into the spring, and outwardly it continued to be fully sanctioned. People came down regularly from Town, half stunned. The preliminary barrage for the invasion, one could see, was being kept on at full blast. Life surely was hell; and though one might "stick it out," one could never think of lessening, even by a jot, one's minimum terms. There they stood, starkly rational: victory, or defeat and death. If it was victory, then one would reconsider the terms on which one might take back the deceiver. But to think of victory was to let hope get its nose out of the bag and begin to breathe again.
The facts, the bare facts without a shred of wishful thinking, came just to this: Though a few irrelevant deaths-a sort of seepage-might go on, for practically everyone everything else had stopped or had ceased to matter. Time had stopped, for all private life had stopped, arrested until the Great Event on which it would be decided whether life again would ever be livable. Of course, some private affairs did go on. Now and then, people were married-just as now and then, the older ones died. But in its way marriage was simply-like any other rations-an aid to one's war work. Relaxation, concerts,

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