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"
And
so
—
what
?
"
asked
Josella
when
I
had
finished
.
"
And
so
,
my
dear
,
we
stay
here
.
We
learn
how
to
support
ourselves
.
And
we
go
on
supporting
ourselves
—
unless
help
comes
.
There
may
be
an
organization
somewhere
.
.
.
"
Josella
shook
her
head
.
"
I
think
we
’
d
better
forget
all
about
help
.
Millions
and
millions
of
people
have
been
waiting
and
hoping
for
help
that
hasn
’
t
come
.
"
"
There
’
ll
be
something
,
"
I
said
.
‘
There
must
be
thousands
of
little
groups
like
this
dotted
all
over
Europe
—
all
over
the
world
.
Some
of
them
will
get
together
.
They
’
ll
begin
to
rebuild
.
"
"
In
how
long
?
"
said
Josella
.
"
Generations
?
Perhaps
not
until
after
our
time
.
No
—
the
world
’
s
gone
,
and
we
’
re
left
We
must
make
our
own
lives
.
Well
have
to
plan
them
as
though
help
will
never
come
—
"
She
paused
.
There
was
an
odd
blank
look
on
her
face
that
I
had
never
seen
before
,
It
puckered
.
"
Darling
.
.
.
"
I
said
.
"
Oh
,
Bill
,
Bill
,
I
wasn
’
t
meant
for
this
kind
of
life
,
If
you
weren
’
t
here
I
’
d
—
"
"
Hush
,
my
sweet
,
"
I
said
gently
.
"
Hush
.
"
I
stroked
her
hair
.
