” “Anna!” “It is true, dear. The nuns had no regard for the sensibilities of a “lady” and expected Melusine— for it was her allotted task—to clean and tend the soldier’s wounds even when they festered. No pistols, no daggers today?’ ‘Would you have me show a pistol with so many soldiers? I am not a fool. The big gray spaces of London, the shop-lit, greasy, shining streets, had become very remote; the biological laboratory with its work and emotions, the meetings and discussions, the rides in hansoms with Ramage, were like things in a book read and closed. “You must play for us again sometime. She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered papier-mâché kitbag at her feet. If ever she felt fatigue in these long tramps which had already taken her half over London, she never admitted it.
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