. A green tent in Flanders. day and allthe next. In the evening of the second dayI stood looking down at his wan, pinchedface, with the skin tightening round nose andlips. He slowly opened his eyes. Is there nothing I can get for you? No.^^ A GREEN TENT IN FLANDERS 153 Not even prunes ? They were his favouritesweet. Things stick in my throat these days,he whispered, **but if you will cook them,to please you I will try to eat them. A moment later he stretched out his handsto his nurse who folded him in her arms, herhot tears falling on the white face. Twenty minutes later the General fol-lowed
. A green tent in Flanders. day and allthe next. In the evening of the second dayI stood looking down at his wan, pinchedface, with the skin tightening round nose andlips. He slowly opened his eyes. Is there nothing I can get for you? No.^^ A GREEN TENT IN FLANDERS 153 Not even prunes ? They were his favouritesweet. Things stick in my throat these days,he whispered, **but if you will cook them,to please you I will try to eat them. A moment later he stretched out his handsto his nurse who folded him in her arms, herhot tears falling on the white face. Twenty minutes later the General fol-lowed by the chief surgeon of the auto-chirturned the handle of Salle I. The Generalheld a Croix de Guerre and a MedailleMilitaire in his hand. Where is Le Groux, ma sceur ?* He is dead. Dead! Yes, he lived only on his courage. Whenthey removed his doctor he lost hopeand died. Without a word, his headbent, the General turnedand left the ward, two littleunopened boxes in his hand,his sheathed sword hang-ing impotently at his SQUALLS January 21. Sunday. It is a high, bright cold day. Igo to the Medecin-chef with the bill oflading and plans, which arrived last night,of the new heating apparatus for theoperating room. He is sitting rather de-jectedly in his overheated cabin sortingpapers at a table. But affably: Take a seat, madame. I explain my errand. Very well. I am going away to-day,but I will see that it is attended to. The words are so lightly, smilingly spoken,that I take it as a temporary absence andattach no importance to the interview. Hekeeps the papers and I go serenely throughthe mornings routine. At lunch time, when I reach the diningroom. La Basine, Moral Influence, and 154 A GREEN TENT IN FLANDERS 155 Night Hawk are talking, with gravefaces. Is anything wrong? Yes, everything is wrong. Even themedecin-chef is going and the staff ofthe auto-chir is to step into our doctorsshoes. They would like us to believe that itis the doing of the Administration, andMoral Influe
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