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"
It
’
s
not
late
.
How
is
the
mess
?
"
He
smiled
.
"
I
am
still
a
great
joke
,
"
he
sounded
tired
too
.
"
Thank
God
they
are
all
well
.
"
I
am
so
glad
you
are
all
right
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
hope
you
don
’
t
suffer
.
"
He
seemed
very
tired
and
I
was
not
used
to
seeing
him
tired
.
"
Not
any
more
.
"
"
I
miss
you
at
the
mess
.
"
"
I
wish
I
were
there
.
I
always
enjoyed
our
talking
.
"
"
I
brought
you
a
few
little
things
,
"
he
said
.
He
picked
up
the
packages
.
"
This
is
mosquito
netting
.
This
is
a
bottle
of
vermouth
.
You
like
vermouth
?
These
are
English
papers
.
"
"
Please
open
them
.
"
He
was
pleased
and
undid
them
.
I
held
the
mosquito
netting
in
my
hands
.
The
vermouth
he
held
up
for
me
to
see
and
then
put
it
on
the
floor
beside
the
bed
.
I
held
up
one
of
the
sheaf
of
English
papers
.
I
could
read
the
headlines
by
turning
it
so
the
half
-
light
from
the
window
was
on
it
.
It
was
The
News
of
the
World
.
"
The
others
are
illustrated
,
"
he
said
.
