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and he would have thanked God had he
dared. As they lifted him out of the stretcher
all the lights in the church went out, and it
became dark as death around him. He had
ceased to suffer, so he thought he had ceased
to live. And again he wanted to thank God
had he dared. A wild cry of distress woke him
from death. It sounded far, far away, but
he thought it was almost like his own voice.
He opened his eyes and he saw moving
lights around him. He looked for his
grandmother, but she was gone. He was lying on
the straw-covered floor of another church,
and around him were groans and shrieks
and blood and dying men. He closed his
eyes again. A shadow fell over him. The
old woman from Dinant stood bending over
him and looking at him. Since that day
she had never left him; night and day she
was there at his side.
“Did you see anybody as you came?”
he whispered with a shudder. “For God’s
sake stay with me; she will come back if you
go away. Don’t go away; for God’s sake
stay with me!”
He lay there timidly fumbling about with
his hand in search of the Doctor’s, as if
afraid he might not be allowed to hold on to
his hand. He was sinking rapidly. His
eyes were growing dim.
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