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[Page 365]

Saturday 4 December, 1915

The weather here is great. In the morning everything is fresh, just like spring.  There is nothing much to do here except play cards. Just at present I have gone broke on the game.  I had some good games of handball today, the first time I have tried it, my hands are pretty sore.  This place is a veritable gambling hell, wherever you go you see little crowds round a bed & hear the clink of coins.

I played till about 1 a.m.

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