~/~]ALIEI\" A touch on her shoulder， a hand， a
familiar smell--how could he have a smell that
she recognized?--\"Oh， Maiie!\" and he was there，
looking unfamiliar in field grey， but oh so familiar
with his thick fair hair and wide shoulders，
\"I couldn t find youF
\"In the restaurant.\"
The one place she hadn t looked. His arms were
round her and she pressed against his coat， hug-
ging him， terrified that it might bc the last time
she would ever see him.
\"Malie， I love you so much!\"
Karoty， Karoly. Papa would never understand.
Poor， poor Papa.
\"I sent a message，\" She told hhn. \"l said . ， o I
said I would pray for you.\"
\"I love you so much， Malie.\"
\"And I you.\"
\"Don t let him separate us. Promise me you wilt
remember me.\"
\"Oh， Karoly!\" She was laughing and crying--
laughhqg because here， in this terrib!e railway
station， she was able to say what she liked without
fear or inhibition. \"t would come with yon now
if I could.\"
\"A camp follower!\" He hugged her to him again，
wrapping her in his arm.s and lifting her a little
so that her cheek w as against his.
\"I ll wait，\" she said. \"No matter what Papa says
or does. I ll wait.\"
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