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happenings at will and [[??]] my bones of wriggling around in search of an even lump in my straw I thought of  enough misery to fill several books.  The attack must have been sudden and lasting for at five o'clock when I again came to my senses the distant "blasting" was still in progress. Given how I cannot reconcile myself to the fact that here, just a few minutes behind the American Front we are in clover, comparatively speaking, with villages, country postcard scenes, and a happy camp in the woods amidst all that nature offers -- and up a few miles is Shennan's epithet.
At six o'clock the sweet tones of a number of mellow church angeluses struck their harmony with that of the birds outside