Britain still watched Egypt anxiously, but last week she felt reassured. There had been some bad moments. When Rommel took Matruh, the back streets of polyglot Cairo chattered with rumors, hissed with opportunistic plans. Toasts to the Axis rang behind closed doors. Rich Italian matrons of Alexandria loaded themselves with cakes and bonbons, piled into cars and rushed off to suburban Mex, which they understood had already been entered by triumphant troops of II Duce. Mex was full of grinning Australians. The matrons jettisoned their gifts and went home.
Far from disturbing was...
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