She could think of nothing more to say. A slow anger burned in the man. Anna, I listened to all that he had to say, and I called to him to let me get out. During all their long comradeship he had never so much as ventured to hold her fingers. One side of the face was white with foamy lather and the other ruddy-cheeked and blue-jawed. She looked upon it with pity as she drank his diabetic blood and saw that several of his fingers were missing. Like a nightmare memory that returned again and again to haunt her. Biology is an extraordinarily digestive science. And life is much the same, whether taken in battle, on the couch, or by the road-side.
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