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He said no more than that: this astounding remark, this gesture that indicated such calamity, were quite simply made. HE SAID NO MORE THAN THAT THIS ASTOUNDING REMARK THIS GESTURE THAT INDICATED SUCH CALAMITY WERE QUITE SIMPLY MADE
the waste. He went no further, but turned round and round, peering piece by piece at that weedy and cratered earth. He was looking for the village where he was born. The House With Two Storeys I came again to Croisilles. I looked for the sunken road that we used to hold in support, with its row of little shelters in the bank and the carved oak saints above them here and there that had survived the church in Croisilles. I could have found it with my eyes shut. With my eyes open I could not find it. I did not recognize the lonely metalled road down which lorries were rushing for the little lane so full of life, whose wheel-ruts were three years old. As I gazed about me looking for our line, I passed an old French civilian looking down at a slight mound of white stone that rose a little higher than the road. He was walking about uncertainly, when first I noticed him, as though he was not sure where he was. But now he stood quite still looking down at the mound. "Voilà ma maison," he said.  PART FOUR OF UNHAPPY FAR OFF THINGS THIS IS A LIBERVOX REPORTING ALL LIBERVOX RECORDINGS ARE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN RECORDING BY TRAVICE WAKEMEN SPONSYLVANIA VIRGINIA THE HOUSE WITH TWO STORIES I CAME AGAIN TO QUAZIA I LOOKED FOR THE SUNKEN ROAD THAT WE USED TO HOLD IN SUPPORT WITH ITS ROW OF LITTLE SHELTERS IN THE BANK AND THE CARVED OAK SAINTS ABOVE THEM HERE AND THERE THAT HAD SURVIVED THE CHURCH IN QUASIA I COULD HAVE FOUND IT WITH MY EYES SHUT WITH MY EYES OPEN I COULD NOT FIND IT I DID NOT RECOGNIZE THE LONELY METALED ROAD DOWN WHICH LORRIES WERE RUSHING FOR THE LITTLE LANE SO FULL OF LIFE WHOSE WHEEL RUTS WERE THREE YEARS OLD AS I GAZED ABOUT ME LOOKING FOR OUR LINE I PASSED AN OLD FRENCH CIVILIAN LOOKING DOWN AT A SLIGHT MOUND OF WHITE STONE THAT ROSE A LITTLE HIGHER THAN THE ROAD HE WAS WALKING ABOUT UNCERTAINLY WHEN I FIRST NOTICED HIM AS THOUGH HE WAS NOT SURE WHERE HE WAS BUT NOW HE STOOD QUITE STILL LOOKING DOWN AT THE MOUND VIOLA MA'AMAISON HE SAID
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