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ALL right, all right, comrades, I admit it," Boettcher said. "I slept with the proprietress. What else could I do? I had to do something! What's the use otherwise of having a furlough? After all, I don't want to go back to the front like a calf."
He was sitting beside Feldmann's bed, in one hand his mess-kit cover full of coffee, his feet in a pail of cold water. He had raised blisters on them after wrecking the bicycle. "And you? " he asked Graeber. "What did you do today? Were you out this morning?"