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For
a
moment
I
held
her
hand
in
mine
and
felt
her
warm
,
dry
pressure
.
Then
I
went
out
to
get
the
rum
.
The
night
stoodbig
and
silent
about
the
little
house
.
The
leather
seats
of
ourcar
were
moist
.
I
stood
and
looked
toward
the
horizon
wherethe
red
glow
of
the
city
rose
against
the
sky
.
I
would
gladlyhave
stayed
out
there
;
but
already
I
could
hear
Lenz
calling
.
Binding
could
not
carry
the
rum
.
After
the
second
glassone
could
see
that
.
As
he
went
out
into
the
garden
he
rocked
.
Istood
up
and
walked
with
Lenz
into
the
bar
.
He
asked
for
abottle
of
gin
.
"
Wonderful
girl
,
eh
?
"
said
he
.
"
Don
’
t
ask
me
,
Gottfried
,
"
I
replied
.
"
Haven
’
t
paid
thatmuch
attention
.
"
He
gazed
at
me
a
while
with
his
iris
-
blue
eyes
and
thenshook
his
gleaming
head
.
"
What
do
you
live
for
then
,
baby
,
tell
me
?
"
"
I
’
ve
been
asking
myself
that
a
long
time
,
"
I
answered
.
He
laughed
.
"
You
’
d
like
me
to
tell
you
,
I
suppose
.
Well
Iwon
’
t
right
off
,
just
like
that
.
But
I
think
I
’
ll
go
and
see
if
Ican
’
t
dig
out
how
the
girl
stands
with
Fatty
,
the
autocatalogue
.
"
He
followed
Binding
out
into
the
garden
.
After
a
whilethey
both
came
back
to
the
bar
.
The
information
must
havebeen
good
,
for
Gottfried
,
who
now
apparently
saw
the
roadclear
,
from
sheer
pleasure
joined
up
enthusiastically
withBinding
.
The
two
got
a
fresh
bottle
of
gin
and
an
hour
laterwere
patting
each
other
on
the
back
like
old
friends
.
Therewas
always
something
charming
about
Lenz
,
so
that
it
wasdifficult
to
resist
him
when
he
was
in
good
humour
.
Indeed
atsuch
times
he
could
hardly
resist
himself
.
Now
he
simplyoverflowed
Binding
,
and
soon
the
two
of
them
were
out
in
thearbour
singing
soldiers
’
songs
.
And
in
the
meantime
the
girlhad
entirely
forgotten
the
last
of
the
romantics
.
We
three
were
now
left
alone
in
the
inn
parlour
.
It
wassuddenly
very
quiet
.
The
cuckoo
clock
ticked
.
The
hostesscleared
away
and
looked
down
on
us
maternally
.
A
brown
retrieverlay
stretched
,
out
in
front
of
the
stove
.
Now
and
thenhe
would
bark
in
his
sleep
,
softly
,
high
and
plaintive
.
Outsidethe
wind
sighed
past
the
window
.
Snatches
of
soldiers
’
songsdrifted
in
;
the
little
room
seemed
to
lift
us
and
float
with
usthrough
the
night
and
through
the
years
,
past
many
memoriesand
half
-
forgotten
things
.
It
was
a
strange
feeling
.
Time
seemed
to
have
ceased
toflow
—
it
was
no
longer
a
river
that
came
from
the
darknessand
passed
out
into
darkness
again
—
it
was
a
lake
in
which
lifewas
noiselessly
mirrored
.
I
held
up
my
glass
in
my
hand
.
Therum
glowed
.
I
thought
of
the
account
I
had
drawn
up
thatmorning
in
the
workshop
.
I
had
been
depressed
then
;
I
was
sono
longer
.
I
looked
at
Köster
.
I
heard
him
talking
with
the
girl
;
but
I
did
not
attend
to
their
words
.
I
felt
the
first
soft
glow
ofintoxication
that
makes
the
blood
warmer
and
spreads
an
illusionof
adventure
over
uncertainty
.
Outside
Lenz
and
Bindingwere
singing
the
song
of
the
Argonnerwald
.
Beside
me
the
unknowngirl
was
talking
—
she
spoke
softly
and
slowly
in
thatdeep
,
exciting
,
slightly
hoarse
voice
.
I
emptied
my
glass
.
The
other
two
came
in
again
.
They
had
sobered
a
little
inthe
open
air
.
The
party
broke
up
.
I
helped
the
girl
into
hercoat
.
She
was
standing
immediately
in
front
of
me
,
lithelymoving
her
shoulders
to
receive
the
cloak
,
her
head
thrownback
and
turned
aside
,
her
lips
slightly
open
with
a
smile
thatwas
meant
for
no
one
directed
to
the
ceiling
.
I
lowered
thecloak
an
instant
.
Where
had
my
eyes
been
all
this
time
?
I
suddenlyunderstood
Lenz
’
s
enthusiasm
.
