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"Nothing," Charlotte said, "is going to be worse than this"

It seerey hall of the Hotel-Hospital, she and Sutton and Gwinnie, while John talked to the President of the Red Cross in his bureau Everybody looked at them: the door-keeper, the lift orderly; the ward lances falling on her and Gwinnie, slanting doard to their breeches and puttees, then darting upwards to their English faces

Suttonhis broad body between them and the batteries of aether at the foot of the staircase Above the out her flowers to preoccupied people ouldn't look at her; she smiled foolishly; too stupid to know that the Flandria was no longer an hotel but a military hospital

John causted and depressed

"They can put us up," he said; "but I've got to break it to you that we're not the only Field Ambulance in Ghent"

Charlotte said, "Oh, well, we'd no business to suppose ere"

"We've got to share our quarters with the other one It calls itself the McClane Corps"

"Shall we have to sleep with it?" Sutton said

"We shall have to have it in our messroom I believe it's up there now"

"Well, that won't hurt us"

"What'll hurt us is this It'll be sent out before we are McClane was here hours ago He's been to Head Quarters"

Sutton's gloom deepened "How do you know?"

"President says so"

They went, following thethe long, grey corridors were tunnels for the passage of strange smells, ether and iodine and carbolic and the faint odour of drains, seeking their outlet at the well of the staircase

On the third floor, at the turn of the corridor, a slass doors led to a roolass doors, their figures softened by the deep, doubled shimmer of the panes, they saw the little man in shabby tweeds, the tomen, and the seven other men This, Madame explained, was Dr Donald McClane's Field Aht it was the only one As they entered theyand abrupt stiffening of shoulders; the roup was palpable, a tremor of hostility and resentment