Page:The Way of the Cross, Doroshevich, tr. Graham, 1916.djvu/73

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Meeting the Fugitives
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on, but mingled with the whistling of the wind in my ears is always

—Me give—me give—me give—me give—me give. . . .

And for long I cannot get rid of the sound.