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THE air raid came at noon. It was a mild, cloudy day full of growth and dampness. The overcast hung low, and the flames of the explosions were thrown against the clouds as though the earth were hurling them back at an invisble foe, to claw him down with his own weapons into the vortex of fire and destruction.
It was the lunch hour, the most crowded time in the streets. Graeber had been directed to the nearest cellar by an air raid warden. He had thought it would only be an alarm, but when he felt the first explosions he began to force his way through the crowd of people till he was near the entrance. The moment the door opened again to let in new arrivals he leaped through.