Fandor half opened his eyes. Was he dreaming? This was not the barrack dormitory, with its gaunt white-washed walls and morning glamour.... Of course! He was in a bedroom of a cheap hotel in Paris. Cretonne curtains shaded the window. A ray of light was reflected in a hanging mirror of scant dimensions, decidedly the worse for wear. Below it stood a washstand. On its cracked and dirty marble top could be seen a chipped and ill-matched basin and soap dish. A lopsided table occupied the middle of the room. On a chair by his bed lay Fandor-Vinson's uniform. His valise reposed on a rickety chest of drawers. Fandor was loath to rouse himself. His bed was warm, while about the room icy draughts from ill-fitting door and window were circulating freely. He would have to get up presently, dress, and keep his appointment. His appointment! Ah! Wide awake now, our journalist considered the situation. A couple of days ago the adjutant had announced: "Corporal Vinson, you have eight days' leave: you can quit barracks at noon to-morrow." Fandor had been given leave several times already: he merely replied: "Thanks, Lieutenant." He then looked out for a post card from the spies, appointing a rendezvous. A letter was handed to him by the post sergeant. The letter commenced: "My dearest darling".... "Ah! thought Fandor. Now I am indeed a soldier. I receive a love letter!

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