Part 9 (1/2)

I was down at the hospital to-night when the factory blew up over the river

The lights went out, and as they sank I reached the kitchen hatchith arden door the sky grown sulphur and the bushes glowing, while all the panes of glass turned incandescent

Then the explosion cah it was just behind the hospital Two hundred panes of glass fell out, and theyin the dark with a tray in leefully, ”I haven't been out of bed this two ht I saw all the charwo about like broken weeds, and every officer was saying, ”There, there now!”

We watched the fires tillearly We were thirty-two in a carriage--Lascars, Chinese, children, Jews, niggers from the docks

Lascars and children and Jews and I, we fought to get off the station platforround for bothand s there at midday, but a shower of ri done long ago

At Pompeii, some one told me, one looked into the rooms and they were as they had been left--tables laid Here, too, I saw a table laid for the evening meal with a bedstead fallen from the upper floor astraddle across it The insides of the houses were coughed into their s, basket-chairs hanging to the sills, and fire-irons

Outside, the soil of the earth turned up; a work stuck and roasted and hardened into what looks like solid rock--a fossil, as though it had been there for ever

London is only skin-deep Beneath lies the body of the world

The hump under the blankets rolls over and a et me a book, nurse?”

”Yes What kind do you like?”

”Nothing fanciful; soht!”

”Oh--and nurse?”

”Yes?”

”Not sentiot him ”Lord Jim”

Another voice: ”Nurse, is there any modern French poetry in that bookcase?”

”Good heavens, no! Who would have brought it here?”

(Who are they allthese els feel like this as they trail about in heaven with their wings flapping on their thin white legs

”Who were you, angel?”