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hay had been used to lay under the wounded
in the church.
“I give you six hours,” said the officer.
“How many wounded have you got in
there, and are there any officers amongst
them?” asked another. “I will come and
inspect them in half an hour; see that the
doctor in charge is there to receive me.”
They saluted and all five leisurely entered
the Presbytery.
Punctually half an hour later two officers
followed by an orderly came to the church.
“Are you in charge of the ambulance?”
said one of them to Doctor Martin, noticing
the brassard round his arm.
Before the Doctor had time to explain
their terrible situation to his colleague—for
he had by now realized that he had a German
army-surgeon before him—the two officers
had already begun their inspection.
“Show me the officers first,” said the
surgeon.
He pulled off their blankets, giving them
each a rapid glance, and then passed along
the row of soldiers, shrugging his shoulders
significantly as he looked at each of them.
“Nothing for you, my dear Adalbert,”
said he in German, turning to the officer
at his side.
“Where is the General?” he asked
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