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Chapter 536
"Thank God, you are here. I can use every pair of hands." For a moment she stared at him bewildered, dropping her skirts in dismay. They fell over the dirty face of a wounded man who feebly tried to turn his head to escape from their smothering folds. What did the doctor mean? The dust from the ambulances came into her face with choking dryness, and the rotten smells were like a foul liquid in her nostrils. "Hurry, child! Come here." She picked up her skirts and went to him as fast as she could go across the rows of bodies. She put her hand on his arm and felt that it was trembling with weariness but there was no weakness in his face. "Oh, Doctor!" she cried. "You must come. Melanie is having her baby." He looked at her as if her words did not register on his mind. A man who lay upon
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