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The Romantic May Sinclair 6980K 2023-09-02

"Not if we're quick"

"Nonsense We et him out of that"

He seized the handle of the stretcher and began pulling; she hung on to his arm and stopped that

"No No," she said "You shan't touch hi her arm off and turned "You fool," he said "You fool"

She looked at hi look that remembered, that made hiin firing in anotherround the corner of the hood to the engine While he cranked it up she thought of the kit that one of the men had left there in the yard She made a dash and fetched it, and as she threw it on the floor the car started She snatched at the rope and swung herself up on to the step The dying ht and stiff; his feet in their heavy boots stuck out close under her hand

The four rinned at her They protected her They understood

If only she could get him into a clean bed If only she had had tiht if only she could bring hiot into Ghent

She had forgotten John and it was not until they caain aware of him They had drawn up before the steps of the hospital; he had got down and was leaning sideways, staring under the stretcher

"What is it?"

"You can see what it is Blood"

Froes, it still dripped, dripped with a light sound; it had lairy pool on the floor of the ambulance

"Don't look at it," she said "It'll make you sick You know you can't stand it"

"Oh I can't stand it, can't I?"

He straightened himself He threw back his head; his upper lip lifted, stretched tight and thin above the clean white teeth His eyes looked down at her, narrowed, bright slits under dropped lids

"John--I want to get hiht Get in under there Take his head"

"Hadn't I better take his feet?"

"You'd better take what you're told to"

She stiffened to the weight, heaved up her shoulder Twodown the steps to help her as John pulled