Part 18 (2/2)

Was he eant used to whip the horses as they got to the jueant cried out ”Cross your stirrups!”?

It isn't his fault; there are strong and feeble entle job; he could have scraped through life all right He sleeps in the afternoon, and stirs and eant! I'eant; don't touch 'im this time!” And then in a shriller voice, ”Don't touch 'im” Then he wakes

Poor mass of nerves He nods and smiles every time one looks at him, frantic to please

There are men and men Scutts has eleven wounds, but he doesn't ”mind”

the war God made many brands of men, that is all; one must accept theeinto the TB ward, I think: ”It alht”

”Why don't you refuse?” ht because another man tells you to?”

It isn't so simple as that, is it, dairyue eant hireat wrongs or fierce beliefsbut of the bugle which calls you in the ht

Well, well The dairyman is in hospital, and that is the best that he can hope for

I read a book once about a prison They too, the prisoners, sought after the prison hospital, as one seeks after one's heaven

It is so puffed up of my friend to think that his and his ”movement's”

are the only eyes to see the vision of horror Why, these others _are_ the vision!

This afternoon I was put at splints again

I only had an inch or two to finish and I spun it out, very happy

Presently the foot of a bed near an to catch my attention: the toe beneath the sheets becaitated, then the toes of the other foot joined the first foot, beating a frenzied tattoo beneath the coverings I looked up

Facingabove an open ether It was Gayner, surely seeing a ghost

I rose and went to his bed

”My jaant to close,” he muttered ”I can't keep them open”

I jumped and went for Sister, who took the news in a leisurely fashi+on, which reproved ain, taking upGayner

I tried to keep my eyes on my work, but first his toes and then his hands filled all ain

Still looking as though he had seen a ghost--a beast of a ghost! In hospital since Mons ”I wonder how ht

”He's got the ju! Suppose the precious ! Suppose! She was only the junior Sister