He said he would.

When we were looking at it he said: "Yes, I suppose it is one of the most perfect things in Europe.

I've had a photograph of it hanging over my bed for the last thirty years." But Amiens was a danger trap for the young officer from the line, also for the men.

"Charlie's Bar" was always full of officers; mirth ran high, also the bills for drinks--and the drink the Tommies got in the little cafes was terrible stuff, and often doped.
Then, when darkness came on, strange women--the riff-raff from (p.

017) Paris, the expelled from Rouen, in fact the badly diseased from all parts of France--hovered about in the blackness with their electric torches, and led the unknowing away to blackened side-streets and up dim stairways--to what?
Anyway, for an hour or so they were out of the rain and mud, but afterwards?
Often did I go with Freddie Fane, the A.P.M., to these dens of filth to drag fine men away from disease.
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