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My Lady of the North by Randall Parrish
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but I find I have only one arm I can use at present; the brute got his
teeth into the other."

The tender compassion within her eyes was most pleasant to see.

"Oh, believe me, I can do it." She spoke bravely, a sturdy ring of
confidence in the voice, although at the thought her face paled. "I
have been in the hospitals at Baltimore, and taken care of wounded
soldiers. If there was only some water here!"

She glanced about, dreading the possibility of having to go forth into
the night alone in search of a spring or well.

"I think you will find a pail on the bench yonder," I said, for from
where I leaned against the wall I could see out into the shed. "It was
doubtless left for the dog to drink from."

She came back with it, tearing down a cloth from off a peg in the wall
as she passed, and then, wearing a resolute air of authority, knelt
beside me, and with rapid fingers flung back my jacket, unfastening the
rough army shirt, and laid bare, so far as was possible, the lacerated
shoulder.

It gave me intense pain, for the shirt had become matted to the wound
by drying blood, so that in spite of her soft touch and my own clinched
teeth a slight groan broke from my lips.

"Forgive me," she said anxiously, "but I fear I can never dress it in
this way. We must remove your jacket and cut away the sleeve of your
shirt."
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