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The Surgeon-Major's wife said it was delightful to meet Mrs. Harbottle, she seemed to enjoy everything so thoroughly; the Surgeon-Major looked at her critically and asked her if she were quite sure she hadn't a night temperature. He was a Scotchman. One night Colonel Harbottle, hearing her give away the last extra, charged her with renewing her youth. 'No, Bob, she said, 'only imitating it.
He had put in his two years with a British regiment at Meerut they nurse subalterns that way for the Indian army and his eyes no longer played with the tinsel vision of India; they looked instead into the arid stretch beyond. This preoccupation conveyed to the Surgeon-Major's wife the suggestion that Mr. Chichele was the victim of a hopeless attachment. Mrs.
Their work was interrupted by a hairy apparition in a blue-gray dressing-gown, who stared in horror at the bed and cried "Oh, my Gawd! It can't be 'im!" until an indignant Hospital Orderly whisked him away. If care of man and desire to live could have done aught, Bobby would have been saved. As it was, he made a fight of three days, and the Surgeon-Major's brow uncreased.
Their work was interrupted by a hairy apparition in a bluegray dressing-gown who stared in horror at the bed and cried 'Oh, my Gawd! It can't be 'im! until an indignant Hospital Orderly whisked him away. If care of man and desire to live could have done aught, Bobby would have been saved. As it was, he made a fight of three days, and the Surgeon-Major's brow uncreased.
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