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Barely a minute later the doctor came a quiet, bronzed man, level-eyed and strong. He bent over the stricken figure on the bed, and drew the tumbled covering up a little higher. He had just written "mortally wounded" of this man on his hospital report, but there was nothing in his manner to indicate that he had no hope for him. "Get another pillow," he said to the native orderly.
Poor, wretched creatures! You are sorry for them. Why not put the disorderly men into a house of confinement, too? "Ah," says the commandant bluntly, "we find it easier and better to send the disorderly men to jail or hospital in some near town. We are easier with the women. I pity them. But they are full of poison. We can't let them go loose in the camp for fear of infection."
When I think of poor Laura lying there in the hospital, crushed almost to death, so that he could save his miserable carcass, and realise that he is free, I feel " She stopped short. Quest looked at her and nodded. "Don't mind hurting our feelings, Lenora," he said. "French and I are up against it all right. We're second best, at the present moment I'll admit that but the end hasn't come yet."
They were brought over from the hospital tents and placed on cots out on the little porch, where there was just room to pass between the cots. "Their wounds were very similar in the head and of such a character as to require cool applications to the eyes constantly.
There are almost as many healthy as there are sick in every hospital the doctors, nurses, porters, cooks, and servants, all hale and hearty, putting in their whole time caring for those who are half dead with disease. What makes the difference? Just the difference of relationship.
Those were the sorry points of the place; but there were also good. Immediately alongside the hospital, though officially out of bounds, was the village of Mudros East, a quaint place where there was always some fun to be had.
Ragstroar's, and beaming prosaically, but still beaming on the young lady that had come to see her at the Hospital. "Oh, I remember, by-the-by," said that young lady, three minutes later, having really said adieu all round to the family; including Dolly, who had suddenly awakened to the position, and overtaken her at the foot of the stairs.
He went away at once, saluting as he passed other officers, who gravely saluted him. On the deck of the hospital ship the invalid touched his cap. Word was going about, in the stealthy manner of such things, that Henri whose family name we may not know, was a brave man and doing brave things. The steamer had not yet cast off.
The Government has since put a fine little light in summer on White Point, the point off which we lay. Farther north, right by our hospital at Indian Harbour, is a narrow tickle known as the "White Cockade." Through this most of the fleet pass, and here also we had planned for a lighthouse.
Guess the other one made for the line. Don't know how he worked it. Keep the crowd out." "Is he all in?" queried the officer. "No; he's breathin' yet. But he ain't got long. He's a young bird to be a killer." Late that afternoon Pete was taken from the Emergency to the General Hospital.
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