"How are you feeling, dear?
I'm trying to arrange for you to go North on the first decent transport----" "I want to stay with you, Curt," she pleaded, tightening her arms around his neck.

"Can't I stay as long as my husband and son are here?
I don't wish to go----" "You can't stay," he said gently.

"There is no immediate danger here at Paigecourt, but the army is turning this landing into a vast pest hole.

It's deadly unhealthy.

I wish you to go home just as soon as I can secure transportation----" "And let them burn Paigecourt?
Who is there to look after----" "We'll have to take such chances, Celia.