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door; “he is so pale, and his hands are so
cold.”
They all went back into the church.
The Curé was giving the last Sacrament to
an officer who lay there motionless and
silent, with half-closed eyes.
“He has never moved or spoken since he
was brought here,” said the nun, “but a
moment ago as I wiped the perspiration off
his face he said ‘Thank you,’ and turned his
head towards the high-altar.”
“Yes,” said the other nun softly, “one can
see by the way they are lying if they are
conscious or not. All those who are conscious
have their faces turned towards Our Lord.”
“Water! Water!” murmured a soldier
close by, who, as he lay there, with his face
turned away, seemed to belie the nun’s gentle
observation. The soldier took the cup out
of the nun’s hand, and as he tried to put it
to his lips it all dripped down his beard.
“He always wants to hold the cup himself,”
said she; “he does not seem to know that
he is quite blind.”
* *
“I am sure he is conscious and hears all
we say,” said the Mayor, stopping before
another soldier. “Of course you may stay
with him, but you must promise to sit quite
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