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Title: Four Days
The Story of a War Marriage

Author: Hetty Hemenway

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Language: English

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FOUR DAYS

The Story of a War Marriage

by

HETTY HEMENWAY

With Frontispiece by Richard Culter

Boston
Little, Brown, and Company
Copyright, 1917,
Published, September, 1917
All rights reserved

[Illustration: "If you hear I'm missing, there is still a good chance."]

FOUR DAYS

I

With savage pity Marjorie regarded a sobbing girl whose face was
distorted, and whose palsied hands were trying to straighten her veil
and push back stray wisps of hair. Marjorie thought: "What a fool she is
to cry like that! Her nose is red; she's a sight. I can control myself.
I can control myself."

An elderly man with an austere face, standing beside Marjorie, started
to light a cigarette. His hands trembled violently and the match
flickered and went out.

Marjorie's heart was beating so fast that it made her feel sick.

A locomotive shrieked, adding its voice to the roar of traffic at
Victoria Station. There came the pounding hiss of escaping steam. The
crowd pressed close to the rails and peered down the foggy platform. A
train had stopped, and the engine was pa