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in vain to compress the artery with his
fingers.
“Save yourself! They are sending you
prisoner to Germany to-morrow!” he hissed
out in a fearful effort to clear his throat from
the invading blood.
“Run for the German surgeon!” cried
the doctor to Josephine. “No, don’t!” he
called again before she had reached the door,
as a torrent of scarlet blood burst forth from
the lacerated carotid artery.
“Thank you,” said the Doctor, stroking
him gently over the eyes. The soldier looked
steadfastly at him. They understood each
other again, these two. There was not even
a struggle. The Bavarian closed his eyes.
“Ah! le sang, le sang! Que Dieu punisse
celui qui fait couler tant de sang!” cried
Josephine.
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