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Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>Schluss again took him in his arms. </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>Schluss gulped and passed the bottle. His companion drank also and sweat beaded them. </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>Schluss in ready tears tried to put his arm about Yaphank’s shoulders. ‘There, there, death ain’t only a parting. Brace up; take a little drink, then you’ll feel better.’ </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She also remembered how jolly and agreeably heroic the accounts of their mishaps had sounded—a week after they were over. </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>She and Gilligan stared at each other, then she looked at Cadet Lowe, young and belligerent and disappointed. She looked back to Gilligan. She said from the ruthless humanity of money: </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She burst out, flaring, "Kindly do not touch me!" </p> </div>)

Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She couldn't deny it. </p> </div>)

The Motor Boys Across the Plains; Or, the Hermit of Lost Lake (Book 4) + (<div class="poem"> <p>[Illustration: THE INDIAN SEEMED TO KNOW HOW TO OPERATE IT.] </p> </div>)
The Motor Boys Across the Plains; Or, the Hermit of Lost Lake (Book 4) + (<div class="poem"> <p>[Illustration: THE NEXT INSTANT THE BOY HAD MADE A FLYING LEAP INTO THE CAR.] </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>She drew his face against her knees again. ‘You sweet child,’ she said; ‘of course I won’t tell you—yet.’ </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She drove on a mile and halted again; again halted her attendant. He was keeping a consistent two to four miles behind, she estimated. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She drove on, and prayed that he would of himself leave his uncharitable hosts at the next town. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She found her father dressed. He did not know whether or not he wanted to go on. "I seem to have lost my grip on things. I used to be rather decisive. But we'll try it one more day, if you like," he said. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She had to admit it. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She held the telegram, flipping her fingers against one end of it as she debated. She remembered how the wide world had flowed toward her over the hood of the Gomez all day. She wrote in answer: </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>She huddled quickly in the blanket again, already knowing a faint disgust with herself. </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>She ignored him. Gilligan, expecting to see him wake, admitted defeat and she continued: </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>She invaded her blanket and reaching her arm swept the room with darkness. She slipped beneath the covers, settling her cheek on her palm. Gilligan undisturbed snored, filling the room with a homely, comforting sound. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She knew the exaltation of starting out in the fresh morning for places she had never seen, without the bond of having to return at night. </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>She looked at him and he hurried on: </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She looked from her hulking car to his mechanical flea. </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>She moved and drew the blanket closer about her. Spring in an airshaft, the rumour of spring; but in the room steam heat suggested winter, dying away. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She noticed the sign on the air-hose of the garage—"Free Air." </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She obeyed. </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>She offered her face coolly and he kissed her as she wished: coldly, remotely. She put her hands on his cheeks. ‘Dear boy,’ she said, kissing him again, as his mother kissed him. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She ran the car to the side of the road. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She rapped again. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She rarely lost her way. She was guided by the friendly trail signs—those big red R's and L's on fence post and telephone pole, magically telling the way from the Mississippi to the Pacific. </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>She returned to her room while he sought his bottle and when he joined her she was sitting on her bed, clasping her knees, wrapped in a blanket Gilligan drew up a chair. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She rubbed her cheek against the comfortable, rough, heather-smelling shoulder of her father's coat, while he patted her and smiled, "Good girl! I better get out and help." </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She sat straight, shook her head. "Nope. I'll do it. And I'm not going to insist on being heroic any longer. I'll get a farmer to pull us out." </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She stopped the engine, beamed at him—there in the dust, on the quiet hilltop. He said as apologetically as though he had been at fault, "Distributor got dry. Might give it a little oil about once in six months." </p> </div>)