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them,” said the Doctor. “I don’t know why,
but I can’t do it.”
“Mère Christine,” said Josephine, with
her kind voice, “don’t you understand
that he is so dangerously wounded and
has lost so much blood that he may never
come back to you any more. He is so
weak . . .”
“That is just what we have been talking
about, le père and I,” said the mother.
“You know the Government has taken our
horse, but we have thought that we would
fetch him in the ox-cart, all filled with hay
so as not to shake him. I know, Josephine,
how good you have been to him, but don’t
you yourself think he would be better at
home where he can lie out on sunny days in
the garden amongst his flowers. It is so
dark here,” said she, looking round with awe.
“His father was wounded in ’70 and never
got well in the hospital, but as soon as they
took him home he began to get all right
again. If only he wasn’t so weak,” said she,
with an anxious look at her son, “but how
can he be otherwise with not a morsel of
food nor drink since he was shot, and all
that blood! If he only would wake up for a
moment and eat something! I just made
this cheese for him before we left home,”
said the mother, taking a little cream cheese
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