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1. Re: "Now we know..." (Nowsounds@...)
2. Re: "Now we know..." (Dorothea Salo)
3. Re: "Now we know..." (Nowsounds)
4. Re: "Now we know..." (Dorothea Salo)
5. Re: "Now we know..." (Nowsounds)
6. Re: "Now we know..." (Dorothea Salo)
7. Re: "Now we know..." (Nowsounds)
8. RE: "Now we know..." (Brian Schoner)
9. Re: "Now we know..." (Knave of Amber)
10. Re: "Now we know..." (Mel Mason)
11. Re: "Now we know..." (Dorothea Salo)


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Message: 1
Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 14:27:17 +0000
From: Nowsounds@...
Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."


> >>As Philip ran towards them, two of the UXB soldiers drew
> >>their weapons too, and one shouted, "Halt! Or we'll fire!"
> >
> >
> > Philip angled away from the UXB team, but otherwise acted as though he
> > had
> > not heard any of the threats. He certainly didn't slow down.
>
> Upstairs, Pamela heard the shouting, and her training cut in. She
> seized her bag in one hand and her skirt in the other and made for the
> stairs without a word, pelting down them as fast as her high-heeled
> slippers would let her.
>
> To Hades with the lift. And to Hades with Fitzroy. If Philip Powell was
> going to blow up half of London, *someone* would have to help put it
> back together.

"Pamela, no!" Arabella cried. It tore from her as she hurriedly followed her
daughter. With all the worry they'd shared over Edmund, it had never
occurred to her that Pamela might willfully place herself in a
near-equivalent danger....
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Message: 2
Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 13:02:41 -0600
From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."


> "Pamela, no!" Arabella cried. It tore from her as she hurriedly
> followed her daughter. With all the worry they'd shared over Edmund,
> it had never occurred to her that Pamela might willfully place
> herself in a near-equivalent danger....

The cry brought Pamela to a sudden halt; she had to grab the bannister
to keep from falling head-over-heels down the remaining stairs. She
pushed herself upright. "Mum?" she called, at the unmistakable sound of
her mother's descent. "Mum, go back. Stay upstairs. I'll be fine; you
just go back."



------------------------------

Message: 3
Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 19:20:42 -0500
From: "Nowsounds" <Nowsounds@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."


>> "Pamela, no!" Arabella cried. It tore from her as she hurriedly
>> followed her daughter. With all the worry they'd shared over Edmund,
>> it had never occurred to her that Pamela might willfully place
>> herself in a near-equivalent danger....
>
> The cry brought Pamela to a sudden halt; she had to grab the bannister to
> keep from falling head-over-heels down the remaining stairs. She pushed
> herself upright. "Mum?" she called, at the unmistakable sound of her
> mother's descent. "Mum, go back. Stay upstairs. I'll be fine; you just go
> back."

"Let them handle it... let Michael, let the authorities. It's been so
dreadful tonight... Mrs. Evans... all of it. I couldn't bear it if anything
happened to you. That would be the last straw, Pamela."




------------------------------

Message: 4
Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 19:41:16 -0600
From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."


> "Let them handle it... let Michael, let the authorities. It's been so
> dreadful tonight... Mrs. Evans... all of it. I couldn't bear it if
> anything happened to you. That would be the last straw, Pamela."

Michael's shots overwhelmed Arabella's last few words, but Pamela knew
her mother well, and guessed correctly what she had said. "Mum," she
said, trying to keep the shakes out of her voice, "all *they* know how
to do is hurt and kill. I have to go out and help; it's my *job*. Please
let me. Please let me go, Mum."



------------------------------

Message: 5
Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 20:50:24 -0500
From: "Nowsounds" <Nowsounds@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."


>> "Let them handle it... let Michael, let the authorities. It's been so
>> dreadful tonight... Mrs. Evans... all of it. I couldn't bear it if
>> anything happened to you. That would be the last straw, Pamela."
>
> Michael's shots overwhelmed Arabella's last few words, but Pamela knew her
> mother well, and guessed correctly what she had said. "Mum," she said,
> trying to keep the shakes out of her voice, "all *they* know how to do is
> hurt and kill. I have to go out and help; it's my *job*. Please let me.
> Please let me go, Mum."

Arabella winced slightly at the characterization of Michael as one of those
who only know how to 'hurt and kill'. But after a moment she said quietly,
"Well... you really have become a woman, haven't you? And quite a woman.
Just... be careful, darling. Promise me..."




------------------------------

Message: 6
Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 20:05:00 -0600
From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."


> Arabella winced slightly at the characterization of Michael as one of
> those who only know how to 'hurt and kill'. But after a moment she said
> quietly, "Well... you really have become a woman, haven't you? And quite
> a woman. Just... be careful, darling. Promise me..."

"Of course, Mum. I promise. I'll stay behind the Group Commander until
the worst is over." Freed, Pamela resumed her helter-skelter rush down
the stairs to the building's front door. As she neared it, the rush of
December air reminded her forcefully that she'd forgotten her wrap --
but what could she do but keep going?



------------------------------

Message: 7
Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 21:23:07 -0500
From: "Nowsounds" <Nowsounds@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."


>> Arabella winced slightly at the characterization of Michael as one of
>> those who only know how to 'hurt and kill'. But after a moment she said
>> quietly, "Well... you really have become a woman, haven't you? And quite
>> a woman. Just... be careful, darling. Promise me..."
>
> "Of course, Mum. I promise. I'll stay behind the Group Commander until the
> worst is over." Freed, Pamela resumed her helter-skelter rush down the
> stairs to the building's front door. As she neared it, the rush of
> December air reminded her forcefully that she'd forgotten her wrap --
> but what could she do but keep going?

Arabella watched her go. "Watch out for my little girl," she prayed... "for
Michael... for all of them." Then she turned and went back up to the flat
where the others waited.




------------------------------

Message: 8
Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2005 15:42:52 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] "Now we know..."


> On the street, Michael didn't hesitate. *Crack*, *crack*,
> *crack* three shots rang out. He would've aimed low, hoping
> to just wound him like in those American movies, but the
> Blitz's rubble obscured too much of the pilot. Center mass,
> just like they taught in training, in the Great War.

The first shot hit Philip in the shoulder, hard; it didn't drop him
immediately, but it knocked his left side forward so he was starting to spin
as the second bullet hit him squarely in the back. The third bullet missed,
but only because Philip had already begun to drop to the rubble-strewn
pavement; it struck a building opposite and caromed harmlessly into the
pavement.

> As soon as the third shot left the pistol, the Group
> Commander was running again, the pistol still in hand.

When he arrived, Philip was down. The blood was bright red, most of it;
probably a lung wound, then. Philip was gasping for breath with no apparent
success, and his eyes settled on Michael's after a few moments. There was no
anger in the eyes, no hatred, just confusion and regret.

Philip took a deep breath, in obvious pain, and tried to say something, but
instead he simply died.





------------------------------

Message: 9
Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2005 17:50:41 -0500
From: Knave of Amber <kris.kunkel@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."


> > As soon as the third shot left the pistol, the Group
> > Commander was running again, the pistol still in hand.
>
> When he arrived, Philip was down. The blood was bright red, most of it;
> probably a lung wound, then. Philip was gasping for breath with no
> apparent
> success, and his eyes settled on Michael's after a few moments. There was
> no
> anger in the eyes, no hatred, just confusion and regret.
>
> Philip took a deep breath, in obvious pain, and tried to say something,
> but
> instead he simply died.

"Bloody hell," Michael spat on the rubble. He dropped to his knees
next to the body and closed the pilot's eyes. He whispered a prayer as
his own eyes began to tear.

"We're even Skeffers. One got away, this one didn't. A null game," he
said to no one in particular. He holstered his pistol out of sheer
reflex and watched the red stain slowly darken more and more of
Powell's uniform. It was different watching a plane billow with smoke
and fire as it fell from the sky, a result of your weapons. There was
a detachment that Michael just couldn't find here.



------------------------------

Message: 10
Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2005 00:06:07 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."


>> > As soon as the third shot left the pistol, the Group
>> > Commander was running again, the pistol still in hand.
>>
>> When he arrived, Philip was down. The blood was bright red, most of it;
>> probably a lung wound, then. Philip was gasping for breath with no
>> apparent
>> success, and his eyes settled on Michael's after a few moments. There was
>> no
>> anger in the eyes, no hatred, just confusion and regret.
>>
>> Philip took a deep breath, in obvious pain, and tried to say something,
>> but
>> instead he simply died.
>
> "Bloody hell," Michael spat on the rubble. He dropped to his knees
> next to the body and closed the pilot's eyes. He whispered a prayer as
> his own eyes began to tear.
>
> "We're even Skeffers. One got away, this one didn't. A null game," he
> said to no one in particular. He holstered his pistol out of sheer
> reflex and watched the red stain slowly darken more and more of
> Powell's uniform. It was different watching a plane billow with smoke
> and fire as it fell from the sky, a result of your weapons. There was
> a detachment that Michael just couldn't find here.
>

Oswald moved forward, his hand resting on the other man's shoulder. "You
did what had to be done, Warren," he said, using the other's true name at
last. "If he had survived ... well, what he had to look forward to wouldn't
have been very pleasant. This might be the way he preferred. There's a lot
of death around us - some glorious, and some messy, and squalid. What
you've done ... you've saved him one of the worst kinds. Just as you saved
Dr Marsden seven years ago. That time - she lived to thank you. This time
.. I believe he would have thanked you too."

He let his hand rest a moment longer, and then turned to Inspector Gideon.

"We'd better go back upstairs," he said. "There's a man we believe to be
dying - and something else you should see too."

"Coming?" he asked Michael.


(OOC - who is at the bottom of the stairs?)





------------------------------

Message: 11
Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2005 18:23:27 -0600
From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."


> He let his hand rest a moment longer, and then turned to Inspector Gideon.
>
> "We'd better go back upstairs," he said. "There's a man we believe to
> be dying - and something else you should see too."
>
> "Coming?" he asked Michael.

A little way outside the door to Mortmain Mansions stood Pamela and a
soldier. "... Hutchinson, Women's Auxiliary Air Force and a trained
nurse," they heard her say, as crisply as she could through lips
beginning to numb from cold. "I heard the shots, we all did; I can help,
if you will only let me through, sir!"



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>> >>As Philip ran towards them, two of the UXB soldiers drew
>> >>their weapons too, and one shouted, "Halt! Or we'll fire!"
>> >
>> >
>> > Philip angled away from the UXB team, but otherwise acted as though he
>> > had
>> > not heard any of the threats. He certainly didn't slow down.
>>
>> Upstairs, Pamela heard the shouting, and her training cut in. She
>> seized her bag in one hand and her skirt in the other and made for the
>> stairs without a word, pelting down them as fast as her high-heeled
>> slippers would let her.
>>
>> To Hades with the lift. And to Hades with Fitzroy. If Philip Powell was
>> going to blow up half of London, *someone* would have to help put it
>> back together.
>
> "Pamela, no!" Arabella cried. It tore from her as she hurriedly followed
> her daughter. With all the worry they'd shared over Edmund, it had never
> occurred to her that Pamela might willfully place herself in a
> near-equivalent danger....
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> Message: 2
> Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 13:02:41 -0600
> From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
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>> "Pamela, no!" Arabella cried. It tore from her as she hurriedly
>> followed her daughter. With all the worry they'd shared over Edmund,
>> it had never occurred to her that Pamela might willfully place
>> herself in a near-equivalent danger....
>
> The cry brought Pamela to a sudden halt; she had to grab the bannister
> to keep from falling head-over-heels down the remaining stairs. She
> pushed herself upright. "Mum?" she called, at the unmistakable sound of
> her mother's descent. "Mum, go back. Stay upstairs. I'll be fine; you
> just go back."
>
>
>
> ------------------------------
>
> Message: 3
> Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 19:20:42 -0500
> From: "Nowsounds" <Nowsounds@...>
> Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."
> To: <murder_at_christmas@...>
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> Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed; charset="iso-8859-1";
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>
>>> "Pamela, no!" Arabella cried. It tore from her as she hurriedly
>>> followed her daughter. With all the worry they'd shared over Edmund,
>>> it had never occurred to her that Pamela might willfully place
>>> herself in a near-equivalent danger....
>>
>> The cry brought Pamela to a sudden halt; she had to grab the bannister to
>> keep from falling head-over-heels down the remaining stairs. She pushed
>> herself upright. "Mum?" she called, at the unmistakable sound of her
>> mother's descent. "Mum, go back. Stay upstairs. I'll be fine; you just go
>> back."
>
> "Let them handle it... let Michael, let the authorities. It's been so
> dreadful tonight... Mrs. Evans... all of it. I couldn't bear it if
> anything
> happened to you. That would be the last straw, Pamela."
>
>
>
>
> ------------------------------
>
> Message: 4
> Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 19:41:16 -0600
> From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
> Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."
> To: murder_at_christmas@...
> Message-ID: <420C0D3C.2090106@...>
> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1; format=flowed
>
>> "Let them handle it... let Michael, let the authorities. It's been so
>> dreadful tonight... Mrs. Evans... all of it. I couldn't bear it if
>> anything happened to you. That would be the last straw, Pamela."
>
> Michael's shots overwhelmed Arabella's last few words, but Pamela knew
> her mother well, and guessed correctly what she had said. "Mum," she
> said, trying to keep the shakes out of her voice, "all *they* know how
> to do is hurt and kill. I have to go out and help; it's my *job*. Please
> let me. Please let me go, Mum."
>
>
>
> ------------------------------
>
> Message: 5
> Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 20:50:24 -0500
> From: "Nowsounds" <Nowsounds@...>
> Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."
> To: <murder_at_christmas@...>
> Message-ID: <001601c50fdc$0df41950$6401a8c0@Barbara>
> Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed; charset="iso-8859-1";
> reply-type=response
>
>
>
>>> "Let them handle it... let Michael, let the authorities. It's been so
>>> dreadful tonight... Mrs. Evans... all of it. I couldn't bear it if
>>> anything happened to you. That would be the last straw, Pamela."
>>
>> Michael's shots overwhelmed Arabella's last few words, but Pamela knew
>> her
>> mother well, and guessed correctly what she had said. "Mum," she said,
>> trying to keep the shakes out of her voice, "all *they* know how to do is
>> hurt and kill. I have to go out and help; it's my *job*. Please let me.
>> Please let me go, Mum."
>
> Arabella winced slightly at the characterization of Michael as one of
> those
> who only know how to 'hurt and kill'. But after a moment she said quietly,
> "Well... you really have become a woman, haven't you? And quite a woman.
> Just... be careful, darling. Promise me..."
>
>
>
>
> ------------------------------
>
> Message: 6
> Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 20:05:00 -0600
> From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
> Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."
> To: murder_at_christmas@...
> Message-ID: <420C12CC.6040108@...>
> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1; format=flowed
>
>> Arabella winced slightly at the characterization of Michael as one of
>> those who only know how to 'hurt and kill'. But after a moment she said
>> quietly, "Well... you really have become a woman, haven't you? And quite
>> a woman. Just... be careful, darling. Promise me..."
>
> "Of course, Mum. I promise. I'll stay behind the Group Commander until
> the worst is over." Freed, Pamela resumed her helter-skelter rush down
> the stairs to the building's front door. As she neared it, the rush of
> December air reminded her forcefully that she'd forgotten her wrap --
> but what could she do but keep going?
>
>
>
> ------------------------------
>
> Message: 7
> Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 21:23:07 -0500
> From: "Nowsounds" <Nowsounds@...>
> Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."
> To: <murder_at_christmas@...>
> Message-ID: <002d01c50fe0$a0813380$6401a8c0@Barbara>
> Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed; charset="iso-8859-1";
> reply-type=response
>
>
>
>>> Arabella winced slightly at the characterization of Michael as one of
>>> those who only know how to 'hurt and kill'. But after a moment she said
>>> quietly, "Well... you really have become a woman, haven't you? And quite
>>> a woman. Just... be careful, darling. Promise me..."
>>
>> "Of course, Mum. I promise. I'll stay behind the Group Commander until
>> the
>> worst is over." Freed, Pamela resumed her helter-skelter rush down the
>> stairs to the building's front door. As she neared it, the rush of
>> December air reminded her forcefully that she'd forgotten her wrap --
>> but what could she do but keep going?
>
> Arabella watched her go. "Watch out for my little girl," she prayed...
> "for
> Michael... for all of them." Then she turned and went back up to the flat
> where the others waited.
>
>
>
>
> ------------------------------
>
> Message: 8
> Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2005 15:42:52 -0500
> From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
> Subject: RE: [MaC] "Now we know..."
> To: "'Knave of Amber'" <kris.kunkel@...>,
> <murder_at_christmas@...>
> Message-ID: <000c01c5120c$99c18030$96f1fea9@BriansPC>
> Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"
>
>> On the street, Michael didn't hesitate. *Crack*, *crack*,
>> *crack* three shots rang out. He would've aimed low, hoping
>> to just wound him like in those American movies, but the
>> Blitz's rubble obscured too much of the pilot. Center mass,
>> just like they taught in training, in the Great War.
>
> The first shot hit Philip in the shoulder, hard; it didn't drop him
> immediately, but it knocked his left side forward so he was starting to
> spin
> as the second bullet hit him squarely in the back. The third bullet
> missed,
> but only because Philip had already begun to drop to the rubble-strewn
> pavement; it struck a building opposite and caromed harmlessly into the
> pavement.
>
>> As soon as the third shot left the pistol, the Group
>> Commander was running again, the pistol still in hand.
>
> When he arrived, Philip was down. The blood was bright red, most of it;
> probably a lung wound, then. Philip was gasping for breath with no
> apparent
> success, and his eyes settled on Michael's after a few moments. There was
> no
> anger in the eyes, no hatred, just confusion and regret.
>
> Philip took a deep breath, in obvious pain, and tried to say something,
> but
> instead he simply died.
>
>
>
>
>
> ------------------------------
>
> Message: 9
> Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2005 17:50:41 -0500
> From: Knave of Amber <kris.kunkel@...>
> Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."
> To: murder_at_christmas@...
> Message-ID: <3b089f7c05021314505e865993@...>
> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII
>
>> > As soon as the third shot left the pistol, the Group
>> > Commander was running again, the pistol still in hand.
>>
>> When he arrived, Philip was down. The blood was bright red, most of it;
>> probably a lung wound, then. Philip was gasping for breath with no
>> apparent
>> success, and his eyes settled on Michael's after a few moments. There was
>> no
>> anger in the eyes, no hatred, just confusion and regret.
>>
>> Philip took a deep breath, in obvious pain, and tried to say something,
>> but
>> instead he simply died.
>
> "Bloody hell," Michael spat on the rubble. He dropped to his knees
> next to the body and closed the pilot's eyes. He whispered a prayer as
> his own eyes began to tear.
>
> "We're even Skeffers. One got away, this one didn't. A null game," he
> said to no one in particular. He holstered his pistol out of sheer
> reflex and watched the red stain slowly darken more and more of
> Powell's uniform. It was different watching a plane billow with smoke
> and fire as it fell from the sky, a result of your weapons. There was
> a detachment that Michael just couldn't find here.
>
>
>
> ------------------------------
>
> Message: 10
> Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2005 00:06:07 -0000
> From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
> Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."
> To: <murder_at_christmas@...>
> Message-ID: <009c01c51228$fb7cd060$0202a8c0@Behemoth>
> Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed; charset="iso-8859-1";
> reply-type=original
>
>
>>> > As soon as the third shot left the pistol, the Group
>>> > Commander was running again, the pistol still in hand.
>>>
>>> When he arrived, Philip was down. The blood was bright red, most of it;
>>> probably a lung wound, then. Philip was gasping for breath with no
>>> apparent
>>> success, and his eyes settled on Michael's after a few moments. There
>>> was
>>> no
>>> anger in the eyes, no hatred, just confusion and regret.
>>>
>>> Philip took a deep breath, in obvious pain, and tried to say something,
>>> but
>>> instead he simply died.
>>
>> "Bloody hell," Michael spat on the rubble. He dropped to his knees
>> next to the body and closed the pilot's eyes. He whispered a prayer as
>> his own eyes began to tear.
>>
>> "We're even Skeffers. One got away, this one didn't. A null game," he
>> said to no one in particular. He holstered his pistol out of sheer
>> reflex and watched the red stain slowly darken more and more of
>> Powell's uniform. It was different watching a plane billow with smoke
>> and fire as it fell from the sky, a result of your weapons. There was
>> a detachment that Michael just couldn't find here.
>>
>
> Oswald moved forward, his hand resting on the other man's shoulder. "You
> did what had to be done, Warren," he said, using the other's true name at
> last. "If he had survived ... well, what he had to look forward to
> wouldn't
> have been very pleasant. This might be the way he preferred. There's a
> lot
> of death around us - some glorious, and some messy, and squalid. What
> you've done ... you've saved him one of the worst kinds. Just as you
> saved
> Dr Marsden seven years ago. That time - she lived to thank you. This
> time
> .. I believe he would have thanked you too."
>
> He let his hand rest a moment longer, and then turned to Inspector Gideon.
>
> "We'd better go back upstairs," he said. "There's a man we believe to be
> dying - and something else you should see too."
>
> "Coming?" he asked Michael.
>
>
> (OOC - who is at the bottom of the stairs?)
>
>
>
>
>
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> Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2005 18:23:27 -0600
> From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
> Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."
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>> He let his hand rest a moment longer, and then turned to Inspector
>> Gideon.
>>
>> "We'd better go back upstairs," he said. "There's a man we believe to
>> be dying - and something else you should see too."
>>
>> "Coming?" he asked Michael.
>
> A little way outside the door to Mortmain Mansions stood Pamela and a
> soldier. "... Hutchinson, Women's Auxiliary Air Force and a trained
> nurse," they heard her say, as crisply as she could through lips
> beginning to numb from cold. "I heard the shots, we all did; I can help,
> if you will only let me through, sir!"
>
>
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