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A BENT lamp post bore the street sign. It pointed diagonally downward into a bomb crater in which lay the fragments of a wall and an iron bedstead. He walked around the crater and ran on. Further off he saw an undamaged house standing. Eighteen, he whispered. It has to be Number Eighteen. God grant that Eighteen is standing!
He had made a mistake. It was only the front of a house. In the darkness it had looked whole. But as he came up to it he saw that the entire back had fallen in. High up a piano hung jammed between steel girders. The cover had been torn off and the keys gleamed like a gigantic mouth full of teeth, as though a huge prehistoric animal were glaring down in rage. The door of the house-front stood wide open.