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ingly. She laid her little hand on his big rough one—a sentry
is but mortal—and opened her brown eyes at him.
‘The hospital,’ she said. ‘The doctor sent me”; and before
he could answer, her white figure vanished down the hatch,
and passed round the bulkhead, behind which lay the sick
man.
