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Ward, Mrs. Humphry, 1851-1920

"Elizabeth's Campaign"

Gaddesden had said. She withdrew into the background. With
all the rest to help, she would not be wanted. Yes, she had been too
masterful, too prominent.
Two motors appeared, the ambulance motor behind another. They drew
up at the side door leading direct through a small lobby to the
library, and the Squire, his eldest son, and Captain Chicksands
stepped out--then Pamela.
Pamela ran up to her sister. The girl's eyes were red with crying,
but she was composed.
'On the whole, he has borne the journey well. Where is Miss
Bremerton?'
Elizabeth, hearing her name, emerged from the shadow in which she
was standing. To her astonishment Pamela threw an arm round her neck
and kissed her.
'Is everything ready?'
'Everything. Will you come and see?'
'Yes. They won't want us here.'
For the lobby was small; and surgeon and nurses were already
standing beside the open door of the ambulance, the surgeon giving
directions to the stretcher-bearers of the estate who had been
waiting.
Pamela looked at the bed, the nurses' table, the bare boards, the
flowers.


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