In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. The foremost, tall, clean-shaven, perfectly groomed, half extended his hand with a smile of recognition. Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. “Maybe someday I can look them up again, just to see how they are doing.
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