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and avoid the destination. A point located. That was an
idea!
‘Then take a ticket to London,’ he said. ‘One should never
go there.’
‘Right,’ she answered.
He poured a little coffee into a tin can.
‘You won’t tell me where you will go?’ he asked.
‘Really and truly,’ she said, ‘I don’t know. It depends
which way the wind blows.’
He looked at her quizzically, then he pursed up his lips,
like Zephyrus, blowing across the snow.
‘It goes towards Germany,’ he said.
‘I believe so,’ she laughed.
Suddenly, they were aware of a vague white figure near
them. It was Gerald. Gudrun’s heart leapt in sudden terror,
profound terror. She rose to her feet.
‘They told me where you were,’ came Gerald’s voice, like
a judgment in the whitish air of twilight.
‘MARIA! You come like a ghost,’ exclaimed Loerke.
Gerald did not answer. His presence was unnatural and
ghostly to them.
Loerke shook the flask—then he held it inverted over the
snow. Only a few brown drops trickled out.
‘All gone!’ he said.
To Gerald, the smallish, odd figure of the German was
distinct and objective, as if seen through field glasses. And
he disliked the small figure exceedingly, he wanted it re-
moved.
Then Loerke rattled the box which held the biscuits.

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