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In the morning
Our only strategy was to barter blood for blood -- trusting that our tank would prove the deeper ... . While into this tank stepped Hugh , young and smiling ... . The war became a nightmare vision ... . Section 9 In the morning Mr. Britling 's face was white from his overnight brain storm , and Hugh 's was fresh from wholesome sleep . They walked about the lawn , and Mr. Britling talked hopefully of the general outlook until it was time for them to start to the station ... . The little old station-master grasped the situation at once , and presided over their last hand-clasp . `` Good luck , Hugh ! ''