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[[vertical line in margin]] this blessed woman met us with a clean basin of [[underlined]] hot [[/underlined]] water and a [[underlined]] dry clean [[/underlined]] towel. Then she brought us cups of hot milk. [[/margin]] The sympathy and kindness of it just upset me and I couldn't keep from crying. I was surprised and ashamed - neither of us had whimpered or whined at all. I tried to make believe it was a cold in my head. [[vertical line in margin]] The hut had mud floors and the room they gave us had a platform built about half way between floor and roof. A fire was built on the floor. It was terribly [[/margin]] smoky because all the wood was wet. We strung our ropes and straps across this tiny room above the fire and hung some of our things to [[strikethrough]] try. [[/strikethrough]] dry. We were given dinner of rice and beans and salt mutton and olives (of all things!), and in the evening more rice and beans and just as we were going to bed the kind senhora called us again to the kitchen (next our room with door way but no door between) and gave us hot milk with