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aking dressings with a crowd of other white-fingered women. A cable had come that there was a sudden need for at least ten thousand bandages. These were not yet for American soldiers in France, though their turn would come, and their wholesale need. But as Marie Louise wrought she could imagine the shattered flesh, the crying nerves of some poor patriot whose gaping wound this linen pack would smother. And her own nerves cried out in vicarious crucifixion. At noon she left the factory for a little air and a bite of lunch. Nicky Easton appeared out of her list of the buried. She gasped at sight of him. "I thought you were dead." He laughed: "If I am it, thees is my _Doppelgaenger_." And he began to hum with a grisly smile Schubert's setting to Heine's poem of the man who met his own ghost and double, aping his love-sorrow outside the home of his dead sweetheart: "_Der Mond zeigt mir meine eig'ne Gestalt. Du Doppelgaenger, du bleicher Geselle! Was aeffst du nach mein Liebesleid, Das mich gequaelt auf dieser Stelle So manche Nacht in alter Zeit._" Marie Louise was terrified by the harrowing emotions the song always roused in her, but more by the dreadful sensation of walking that crowded Avenue with a man humming German at her side. "Hush! Hush, in Heaven's name!" she pleaded. He laughed Teutonically, and asked her to lunch with him. "I have another engagement, and I am late," she said. "Where are you living?" She felt inspired to give him a false address. He insisted on walking with her to the Waldorf, where she said her engagement was. "You don't ask me where I have been?" "I was just going to. The last I heard you were in the London Tower or somewhere. However did you get out?" "The same way like you ditt. I thought you should choin me therein, but you also told all you knew and some more yet, yes?" She saw then that he had turned state's evidence. Perhaps he had betrayed Sir Joseph. Somehow she found it possible to loathe him extra. She lacked the strength to deny his odious insinuation about herself. He went on: "Now I am in America. I could not dare go to Germany now. But here I try to gain back my place in _Deutschland_. These English think they use me for a stool-pitcheon. But they will find out, and when _Deutschland ist ueber alles--ach, Gott_! You shall help me. We do some work togedder. I come soon by your
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