along the pitchblack streets arm in arm with two poilus who'd promised to find them their cantonment. “Do you see that pile of netting?” he asked. “Draw your sword!” she ordered. Then they got their tickets at the steam-boat office and went to a haberdashery store and bought themselves striped neckties, colored socks and four-dol ar silk shirts.
Most of the trains didn't get in til the next day. He tried risking a dol ar in a crapgame in the back of a saloon, but he lost it right away and got cold feet and left. “They might have become separated fromthe main body when the Borderlands changed, and lost their way. What I’m trying to say is that we wanta homeland of our own.
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