ROMANCE IN SIGHT OF DEATH

28. The next page of the diary is badly blurred and torn, but the

following can be made out:

"We are all about played out.... The boy is exhausted and lying over

in a little excavation upon his sisters' wraps, his fingers bleeding

and one eye blinded with the sand.... The passageway behind us is

almost closed up.... In front of us we have hit a solid wall.... The

exhausted mother is binding her boy's hands with a portion of her

petticoat.... As she kneels there, with the faint flicker of a light

falling on her finely chiseled profile, she resembles Botticelli's

_magnificent_ Madonna in the Uffizi Gallery at Florence.... The

picture is completed by the dark background and the solicitous

attitude of the girls as they cluster around the sufferer.... With a

little imagination one can delineate the jeweled crown which the two

girlish angels are holding above her head.... Pathos, resignation and

a sort of recreating FAITH are painted against that threatening wall

and overhanging dirt.... If that should fall WE ARE ALL BOUND TO

SUFFOCATE before any help can come.... My 'prisoner' is not a bit

discouraged, however.... He is using his jackknife against the

concrete wall with great patience and whistling softly and slowly an

air from 'The Blessing of the Waters.'... WATER!... I know those

girls are CHOKING for a drink as I have been for the last ten hours

myself.... Still, not one of them has murmured at our grief and

Anastasie has become quite chummy in pretending to cheer ME up....

Aristocracy or Royalty, even, with Democracy in a tunnel, makes us ALL

of one size! Under certain conditions a man of my education and

family connections MIGHT be privileged to forget the veiled lady of

Buckingham and accept these endearing little attentions with some

guarantee of hope.... But WHAT IF WE ALL ARE BURIED HERE like the

happy families of Herculaneum and Pompeii?... Future inquisitive

scientists may find this diary with our _bones_ and classify us as

a species of an extinct Tartar tribe!... The wall my prisoner is

gouging out _seems to be getting wet_...."

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