She pushed him away calmly with strong little arms.
“Stop!” she said, and jerked her head in the direction of the old woman in the chair in the dark corner of the room. They stood side by side listening to her faint wheezy snoring. He put his arms round her and kissed her long on the mouth.
“Demain,” he said.
She nodded her head.
Fuselli walked fast up the dark street towards the camp. The blood pounded happily through his veins. He caught up with Eisenstein.
“Say, Eisenstein,” he said in a comradely voice, “I don't think you ought to go talking round like that. You'll get yourself in too deep one of these days.”
“I don't care!”
“But, hell, man, you don't want to get in the wrong that bad. They shoot fellers for less than you said.”
“Let them.”
“Christ, man, you don't want to be a damn fool,” expostulated Fuselli.