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Show 43 who had mads the rsmark, and moved away, dignity and ailancs resounding liks a clout. Ths only real shaft cams to him, Koontz, though that hit him right batwesn ths syss. This want on for -- how long? Hs was to wonder. When the momsnt arrived for him to note his reaction hs was astonishsd. WB had bean watching hsr hour aftsr hour, night after night. Bracing himself liks a rookie hs facsd ths facts: hs hadn't corns to ths Club for bser, ha had coma to look at her. And ha had anothsr problam, equally unexpsctad: he couldn't sleep. He went back to the barracks and got ready for bed - undressed, opened the window, set his watch, climbed between ths shsats ready for the happy darkness that, for more yaars than hs could remember, came over him with no greater sffort than an Encroaching mist - instead of which he saw Kimiko tucking back her kimino slesvs, saw hsr syss flicksr in ths intimation of a smile, saw her glance pass across the room without touching his. And ha, Mastsr Sergaant William Koontz, who had slept during the bombardment of Saipan, and dozad in the boat before storming Tinian, lay awake for nights in a row. What could he do? Hs was the sergeant-major; hs had responsibility. He could not join the msn at ths bar, carrying on the teasing, half-randy convsrsation that was considsrsd normal artillery-fire in the Rattls of the Ssxss. On the othsr hand ha might sit and gaze until the Occupation endad, or Kimiko found another job, without coming closer to that mseting which his shynsss, compoundsd by ths difference in culture, |