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lieutenant lifted

she either you hui twenty appointment with love. Six minutes to six, said the clock over the international booth in new york's grand central station. The tall young army lieutenant lifted his sunburned face and narrowed his eyes to note the exact time his heart was pounding with the beat in six minutes, he would see the woman who had filled such a special place in his life for the past thirteen months, the woman he had never seen yet, who's written words, had sustained him unfailing. Li lieutenant blandford remembered one day in particular during the worst of the fighting, when his plane had been caught when his plane had been caught in the midst of a pack of enemy planes. In one of his letters, he confessed to her that he often felt fear. And only a few days before this battle, he had received her answer. Of course you fear all brave men do next time. You doubt yourself. I want you to hear my voice reciting to you.

Yea! Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for thou are with me. He had remembered and it had renewed his strength. Now he was going to hear her real voice four minutes to six. A girl passed close to him, and lieutenant blandford started. She was wearing a flower, but it was not the little red rose they had agreed upon. Besides, this girl was only about eighteen and hoppers minor had told him she was thirty. What of it? He had answered? I'm thirty two, he was twenty nine. His mind went back to that book. He had read in the training camp of human bondage. It was and throughout the book, there were notes in a woman's handwriting. He had never believed that a woman could see into a man's heart. So tenderly, so understanding me, her name was on the book. place up a smile. Um, he had got hold of a new york city telephone book and found her address. He had written she had answered next day he had been shipped out, but they had gone on writing for thirteen months. She had faithfully replied when his letters did not arrive. She wrote anyway. And now he believed that he loved her and that she loved him. But she had refused all his pleas to send him her photograph.

She had explained, if you're feeling for me, has any reality, what I look like won't matter. Suppose i'm beautiful and always be haunted by the feeling that you had been taken a chance on just that. And that kind of love would disgust me. Suppose i'm playing, you must have met. This is more likely, then i'd always fear that you're only going on writing because you're lonely and had no house. No, don't ask for my picture. When you come to new york, you shall see me, and then you shall make your decision. One minute is six. He pulled hard on a cigarette. Then lieutenant plan for its heart leap. A young woman was coming toward him. Her figure was long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back and curls over her delicate ears. Her eyes was blue as flowers, her lip and chin at a gentle firmness in her pale green suit. She was like, springtime come alive. He started toward her forgetting to notice whether she was wearing rose or not. And as he moved, a small provocative smile curved her lipsgoing my way, soldier, she murmured. He had made one step closer to her. Then he saw hollis minor. She was standing almost directly behind the girl, a woman well past forty, her graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plum. Her thick angle feet were thrust into low heeled shoes, but she wore a red rose on her rumpled coat.

The girl in the green suit was walking quickly.Lanford felt as though he were being split into two. So keen was his desire to follow the girl yet. So deep was his longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companion and upheld his own. And there she stood, he could see her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, and her grey eyes had a warm twinkle. Lieutenant blandford did not hesitate. His fingers gripped the worn copy of human bondage, which was to identify him to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, a friendship for which he had been and must ever be grateful. He squared his shoulders, saluted and held the book out toward the woman. Although even while he spoke, he felt the bitterness of his disappointment. I'm john blanford, and you you are miss my know. May I take you to dinner? The woman smiled. I don't know what this is all about. Son, she answered that young lady in the green suit. She begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said that if you asked me to go out with you, I should tell you she's waiting for you in that restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test.

Publicerat klockan 09:57, den 11 oktober 2018
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