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"
What
is
the
stick
?
"
I
asked
.
Miss
Barkley
was
quite
tall
.
She
wore
what
seemed
to
me
to
be
a
nurse
’
s
uniform
,
was
blonde
and
had
a
tawny
skin
and
gray
eyes
.
I
thought
she
was
very
beautiful
.
She
was
carrying
a
thin
rattan
stick
like
a
toy
riding
-
crop
,
bound
in
leather
.
"
It
belonged
to
a
boy
who
was
killed
last
year
.
"
"
I
’
m
awfully
sorry
.
"
"
He
was
a
very
nice
boy
.
He
was
going
to
marry
me
and
he
was
killed
in
the
Somme
.
"
"
It
was
a
ghastly
show
.
"
"
Were
you
there
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
I
’
ve
heard
about
it
,
"
she
said
.
"
There
’
s
not
really
any
war
of
that
sort
down
here
.
They
sent
me
the
little
stick
.
His
mother
sent
it
to
me
.
They
returned
it
with
his
things
.
"
"
Had
you
been
engaged
long
?
"
"
Eight
years
.
We
grew
up
together
.
"
