What matters it? My servant, he is wounded—and by a Frenchman, if you wish to make an arrest. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings. During the week, her uniform was the blue and white scrubs of a nurse, the job she had suffered at for twenty-seven years. One more passer-by; and always would she remember his patience and tenderness and disinterestedness.
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