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hurt me so much the last time that I don’t
think I can stand having it touched again.”
“Suppose you have a drink first,”
suggested the Doctor.
“A drink?” said the soldier turning his
head a little.
“I have still some whisky left in my flask,
and you are very welcome to a drop of it.”
The soldier stretched out his hand for the
flask, his head still turned towards the wall.
“I am glad to see there is nothing wrong
with your swallowing,” said the Doctor,
putting the flask back in his pocket. “Now
tell me a little about yourself! What are
you? I can’t see anything of you but your
greatcoat.”
“Rifle Brigade,” said the soldier.
“How on earth did you land here amongst
the French? Where do you come from?”
“I don’t remember the name of the place,
I get so mixed up with the names.”
“Menonville?” suggested the Doctor.
“That’s the place,” said the soldier.
“I have just come from there myself;
rather a hot place, not very ‘healthy,’ as
you Tommies call it. You will be glad to
hear for your comrades’ sake that they are
soon going to clear out from there. I just
happen to know that the whole Brigade is
to take up another position.”
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