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"On the Firing Line"


Linking her arm in that of her cousin, the girl stood looking down
at him with merry, mocking blue eyes.
"Invalids are supposed to have privileges denied to well men," she
answered demurely. "It might perhaps be Cooee here, to-day; but it
will have to be Miss Dent, to-morrow, when you are back in the field
again. After all, it is hardly worth while to make the change,
Trooper Weldon."


CHAPTER ELEVEN

Upon one side, at least, the meeting between the two cousins on the
previous night had been wholly unexpected.
Late that afternoon, an ambulance train had come in, loaded with men
from the over-crowded field hospital at Krugersdorp, and for hours
Alice had been in ceaseless attendance upon the surgeon in charge.
Little by little, the girl had found her nerves steadying down to
the task in hand; nevertheless, the past ten weeks, in return for
the increase of her poise, had taken something from her vitality.
Quickness of eye, firmness of hand, evenness of temper: all these
may be gifts of the gods. Their use is a purely human function, and
proportionately exhausting. The girl's one salvation lay in the fact
that her quick sympathy with her patients was for the most part
impersonal.


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