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“Ican’tremember，“hemurmuredagain。
“Ofcourseyoucan’t，sodon’ttry，foryouseeyougotitinthehead，abitofshell；andaniceoperation，orratheroperations，theyhadoveryou。Ifitwasn’tforthatcleversurgeon——butthere，nevermind。“
“ShallIrecover？“
“Ofcourseyouwill。Wehavehadnodoubtaboutthatforthelastweek；youhavebeenherenearlythree，youknow；only，yousee，wethoughtyoumightbeblind，somethingtodowiththenervesoftheeyes。Butitappearsthatisn’tso。Nowbequiet，forIcan’tstoptalkingtoyouwithtwodyingjustoutside，andanotherwhomIhopetosave。“
“Onething，Nurse——aboutthewar。HavetheGermansgotParis？“
“That’sasillyquestion，Major，whichmakesmethinkyouain’tsorightasIbelieved。IfthosebruteshadParisdoyouthinkyouwouldbeatVersailles？Or，atanyrate，thatIshould？Don’tyoubotheraboutthewar。It’sallright，orasrightasitislikelytobeformanyalongday。“
Thenshewent。
AweeklaterGodfreywasallowedtogetoutofbedandwasevencarriedtositintheautumnsunshineamongothershatteredmen。Nowhelearnedalltherewastoknow；thattheGermanrushhadbeenstayed，thattheyhadbeenheadedofffromCalais，andthatthearmieswereentrenchingoppositetoeachotherandpreparingforthewinter，theAlliedcausehavingbeensaved，asitwere，byamiracle，atanyrateforthewhile。Hewasstillveryweak，withgreatpaininhishead，andcouldnotreadatall，whichgrievedhim。
Sothetimewentby，tillatlasthewastoldthathewastobesenttoEngland，ashisbedwaswantedandhecouldrecoverthereaswellasinFrance。Twodayslaterhestartedinahospitaltrainandsufferedmuchuponthejourney，althoughitwasbrokenforanightatBoulogne。StillhecamesafelytoLondon，andwastakentoacentralhospitalwherenextdayseveraldoctorsheldaconsultationoverhim。
WhenitwasovertheyaskedhimifhehadfriendsinLondonandwishedtostaythere。HerepliedthathehadnofriendsexceptanoldnurseatHampstead，ifshewerestillthere，andthathedidnotlikeLondon。Thentherewastalkamongthem，andthewordTorquaywasmentioned。Theheaddoctorseemedtoagree，butashewasleaving，changedhismind。
“Toolongajourney，“hesaid，“itwouldknockhimup。Givemethatlist。Here，thisplacewilldo；quitecloseandgotupregardless，I
amtold，forshe’sveryrich。That’swhathewants——comfortandfirst-
classfood，“andwithanodtoGodfrey，whowaslisteninginanidlefashion，quiteindifferentastohisdestination，hewasgone。
NextdaytheycarriedhimoffinanambulancethroughthecrowdedStrand，andpresentlyhefoundhimselfatLiverpoolStreet，wherehewasputintoaninvalidcarriage。Heaskedtheorderlywherehewasgoing，butthemandidnotseemtoknow，orhadforgottenthename。Sotroublingnomoreaboutithetookadoseofmedicineashehadbeenordered，andpresentlywenttosleep，asnodoubtitwasintendedthatheshoulddo。Whenhewokeupagainitwastofindhimselfbeingliftedfromanotherambulanceintoahousewhichwasverydark，perhapsbecauseofthelightingorders，fornownighthadfallen。Hewascarrie
