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the kind of impression she would make. There were stories in the paper of German
parachutists disguised as nurses and nunsspreading out through the cities and
infiltrating the population. They were to be identified by the maps they might
sometimes consult andon questioningby their too-perfect English and their
ignorance of common nursery rhymes. Once the idea was in her mindshe could not
stop thinking about how suspicious she looked. She had thought her uniform would
protect her as she crossed unknown territory. Insteadshe looked like a spy.
As she walked against the flow of morning trafficshe ran through the nursery
rhymes she remembered. There were very few she could have recited all the way
through. Ahead of hera milkman had got down from his cart to tighten the girth
straps of his horse. He was murmuring to the animal as she came up. Briefly there
came back to heras she stood behind him and politely cleared her throata memory
of old Hardman and his trap. Anyone who wassayseventy nowwould have been
her age in 1888. Still the age of the horseat least on the streetsand the old men
hated to let it go.
When she asked him the way the milkman was friendly enough and gave a long
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