Chapter 37

           

           Oneofthedoctorscameoutofthetentinabloodstainedapron,holdingacigarbetweenthethumbandlittlefingerofoneofhissmallbloodstainedhands,soasnottosmearit.Heraisedhisheadandlookedabouthim,butabovethelevelofthewoundedmen.Heevidentlywantedalittlerespite.Afterturninghisheadfromrighttoleftforsometime,hesighedandlookeddown.

           “Allright,immediately,”herepliedtoadresserwhopointedPrinceAndrewouttohim,andhetoldthemtocarryhimintothetent.

           Murmursaroseamongthewoundedwhowerewaiting.

           “Itseemsthateveninthenextworldonlythegentryaretohaveachance!”remarkedone.

           PrinceAndrewwascarriedinandlaidonatablethathadonlyjustbeenclearedandwhichadresserwaswashingdown.PrinceAndrewcouldnotmakeoutdistinctlywhatwasinthattent.Thepitifulgroansfromallsidesandthetorturingpaininhisthigh,stomach,andbackdistractedhim.Allhesawabouthimmergedintoageneralimpressionofnaked,bleedinghumanbodiesthatseemedtofillthewholeofthelowtent,asafewweekspreviously,onthathotAugustday,suchbodieshadfilledthedirtypondbesidetheSmolénskroad.Yes,itwasthesameflesh,thesamechairàcanon,thesightofwhichhadeventhenfilledhimwithhorror,asbyapresentiment.

           Therewerethreeoperatingtablesinthetent.Twowereoccupied,andonthethirdtheyplacedPrinceAndrew.Foralittlewhilehewasleftaloneandinvoluntarilywitnessedwhatwastakingplaceontheothertwotables.

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