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It
was
still
raining
as
we
drove
through
the
streets
and
into
the
carriage
entrance
of
the
hotel
.
The
concierge
with
brass
keys
on
his
lapels
,
the
elevator
,
the
carpets
on
the
floors
,
and
the
white
washbowls
with
shining
fixtures
,
the
brass
bed
and
the
big
comfortable
bedroom
all
seemed
very
great
luxury
after
the
Guttingens
.
The
windows
of
the
room
looked
out
on
a
wet
garden
with
a
wall
topped
by
an
iron
fence
.
Across
the
street
,
which
sloped
steeply
,
was
another
hotel
with
a
similar
wall
and
garden
.
I
looked
out
at
the
rain
falling
in
the
fountain
of
the
garden
.
Catherine
turned
on
all
the
lights
and
commenced
unpacking
.
I
ordered
a
whiskey
and
soda
and
lay
on
the
bed
and
read
the
papers
I
had
bought
at
the
station
.
It
was
March
,
1918
,
and
the
German
offensive
had
started
in
France
.
I
drank
the
whiskey
and
soda
and
read
while
Catherine
unpacked
and
moved
around
the
room
.
"
You
know
what
I
have
to
get
,
darling
,
"
she
said
.
"
What
?
"
"
Baby
clothes
.
There
aren
’
t
many
people
reach
my
time
without
baby
things
.
"
"
You
can
buy
them
.
"
"
I
know
.
That
’
s
what
I
’
ll
do
to
-
morrow
.
I
’
ll
find
out
what
is
necessary
.
"
"
You
ought
to
know
.
You
were
a
nurse
.
"
"
But
so
few
of
the
soldiers
had
babies
in
the
hospitals
.
"
"
I
did
.
"
