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We had better
start by nine o'clock to give us a long day." Then, as if forgetting she
was a V. A. D., she added with a little catch in her voice, "Oh, I shall
love it!"
The day proved to be fine,--one of those golden days of spring that have
given to the land its name of "sunny France." It was a day for life and
youth and hope. A day on which war seemed more than ever a cruel outrage
upon humanity. But across the sunniest days, across the shining face of
France, and across their spirits, too, the war cast its black shadow.
They both, however, seemed to have resolved that for that day at least
they would turn their eyes from that shadow and let them rest only where
the sun was shining.
The V. A. D. with her mind intent upon her wheel could only contribute,
as her share in the conversation, descriptive and somewhat desultory
comments upon points of interest along the way. Barry, because it
harmonised with his mood, talked about his father and all their years
together but ever without obtrusion of his grief.


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