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A HOSPITAL
THE departure platform of a great station (for such as have eyes to see) is always a sad place, but nowadays it is a place of tragedy.
He was tall and thin — a boyish figure — and his khaki-clad arm was close about her slender form. The hour was early and their corner bleak and deserted, thus few were by to heed his stiff-lipped, agonised smile and the passionate clasp of her hands, or to hear her heartbreaking sobs and his brave words of comfort; and I, shivering in the early morning wind, hasted on, awed by a grief that made the grey world greyer.
Very soon London was behind us, and we were whirling through a countryside