” She looked down at the flowers, still in shock, and gently laid them over her arm like a Miss America candidate practicing a crowning ceremony at a pajama party. She walked through the office to the door, aimlessly. There was only one clean spot in the picture—the ship's wash (all white) that fluttered on a line stretched between the two masts. " "Oh!" exclaimed the widow, covering her face with her hands. For all that she was of exceptional intellectual enterprise, she had never yet considered these things with unaverted eyes. It would surely be only common politeness to drop her a hint—a fellow countrywoman too. But her temper almost flared again when the sergeant spoke. Mother? Suzanne Valade, her mother? With deliberation, he spoke.
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