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"
That
’
s
splendid
.
You
rarely
find
any
one
any
good
this
close
to
the
front
.
This
is
close
to
the
front
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
"
Quite
.
"
"
It
’
s
a
silly
front
,
"
she
said
.
"
But
it
’
s
very
beautiful
.
Are
they
going
to
have
an
offensive
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Then
we
’
ll
have
to
work
.
There
’
s
no
work
now
.
"
"
Have
you
done
nursing
long
?
"
"
Since
the
end
of
’
fifteen
.
I
started
when
he
did
.
I
remember
having
a
silly
idea
he
might
come
to
the
hospital
where
I
was
.
With
a
sabre
cut
,
I
suppose
,
and
a
bandage
around
his
head
.
Or
shot
through
the
shoulder
.
Something
picturesque
.
"
"
This
is
the
picturesque
front
,
"
I
said
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
said
.
"
People
can
’
t
realize
what
France
is
like
.
If
they
did
,
it
couldn
’
t
all
go
on
.
He
didn
’
t
have
a
sabre
cut
.
They
blew
him
all
to
bits
.
"
I
didn
’
t
say
anything
.
