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There lay a woman, her face shrivelled with some internal horror--some appalling disease which even the science of these days dared not handle, or at least had not; her large eyes staring with an almost terrible intensity, fixed, it seemed, in her head, yet waiting for the Vision that even now might make her whole.

There a child tossed and moaned and turned away his head.

There an old man crouched forward upon his litter, held up on either side by two men in the uniform of the brancardiers.