it was a long tramp back to the bungalow and he hadn't realized howtired he was. His hair was thick and wavy and gleaming with Brylcreem, his sideburnsdense and curling and his mustache dashing as a cavalier's. He could see the bullet holesin the other machine's engine cowling and wing. If only we had enough water togo on.
He returned some excellent times during those five days andcourageously resisted Mathilda Janine's suggestion that he should sneakout for just an hour or two in the evenings. They drank in turn from the pot of beer,sipping with relish and then passing the black pot from hand to hand. When? As soon as possible, he said. Through the open window there came the sound of men'svoices, even at a distance they sounded excited and lustful, baying likehounds as they take the scent.
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