Marguerite Collins:
Here I am, tied to a little shop. Ah well. We must try to smile, eh? But it is lonely. My husband is in a hospital in France. The war.
William Marble:
Where was he wounded?
Marguerite Collins:
Ohhh...
[shakes head]
Marguerite Collins:
. That I cannot tell you. Oh, it is terrible!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:51