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“his pulse is so very thin. I wish we could
try to improvise some sort of transfusion
apparatus to inject a warm saline solution
into his veins. Do put another hot water
bottle to his feet, Josephine; they are quite
cold.”
“Don’t you think he is breathing a little
better?” said the Mayor in a low voice.
“Perhaps he is going to sleep.”
“Perhaps,” said the other.
The two doctors stood watching the soldier
for awhile in silence.
Suddenly the little girl dropped her doll
and looked up with terror-stricken eyes, her
whole body trembling with fear and her face
twitching with the effort not to cry.
“What is it?” said Josephine, looking
uneasily at the little girl, “her face is quite
white! Something has frightened the child!”
At the same instant the baby on his
mother’s knee started in his sleep with a
sharp cry of distress.
The mother looked anxiously at her son
and began to rock him to and fro in her
strong arms.
“Something has frightened the boy . . .”
said she.
The little girl flung herself from her
father’s bed and sprang to hide her face in
her mother’s lap.
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