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She liked his lean dark face and the long lines that ca, it despised death, it despised everything that could be done to him there And it was utterly compassionate

"Then," he said, "it is for you and me to carry him, Mademoiselle" He stooped to the stretcher

Between theently into the ambulance

"There, Monsieur, at the bottom"

At the botto could staunch He lay straight and stiff, utterly unconcerned, and his feet in their enorhtly parted, stuck out beyond the stretcher The four others sat in a ron one side of the car and stared at hi the Host He knelt there, where the blood froh the canvas of the stretchers to the floor and to the skirts of his cassock

The Last Sacra stolidly by the tail of the car She could have cried then because of the sheer beauty of the curé's act, even while she wondered whether perhaps the wafer on his tonguee of the car, stooping with a certain aardness; she took froathered his cassock about hi, Monsieur?"

"No, Mademoiselle It is done"

His eyes sain hison slowly down the street till he turned into the wine-shop She wondered: Had he seen? Did he knohy John was there? In another lanced down at the blood stains by the back step; then he looked in; and when he saw theon the stretcher he turned on her in fury

"What are you thinking of? I told you you weren't to take hiht--"

"You've no business to think"

"Well, but the curé--"

"The curé doesn't know anything about it"

"I don't care If he's in a clean bed--if they take his boots off--"

"I told you they can't spare clean beds for corpses He'll be dead before you can get him there"