It does not matter where it was. I do not want other people-that is to say, those who were around us-to recognize Sister or myself. It is not likely that she will see this, and I am not sure that she knows my name. Of course, some one may draw her attention to this paper, and she may remember that the name affixed to it is that which I signed at the foot of a document we made out together-namely, a return of deaths. At the foot of this paper our names stood one beneath the other-stand there still, perhaps, in some forgotten bundle of papers at the War Office.
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