Diary of a U-Boat Commander

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that she has travelled all over Europe. I don't eve

ails by means of discreet rem

e Colonel--beyond that, all is mystery. Everything about her attr

tly," and she gently reproved me for disobeying the order which forbids

rn Russian school--Arensky, Sibelius and Pils

ng while in the gathering gloom, whilst a thousand thoughts chased each other swiftly through my brain, as I

ile was visible against the

d grown to love her and that to me she was life itself. I told

ut my hand and stroked her lovely black hair. At last she rose and with averted face walked across the r

I had instinctively known the whole time--tha

ck, kissed me on the forehea

whelmed by some colossal mystery that seemed to be enveloping me in its folds. Why did she pity me? Why did she weep?

d the boat. She remembered this, and in an instant the past quarter of an hour might never have existed. She was all agitation and n

she evidently found full of difficulty, and at 7.10, with the memory of a light kiss on my lips and her

the most for ever, I am doomed to be away from her and wit

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