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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"

I know the
matron and some of the nurses in the American hospital there."
"You don't mean it," said Barry, "but are you sure it's not a terrible
bore for you? I am much afraid that I have been a nuisance to you, and
you have been so very, very good to me."
"A bore!" she cried, and the brown eyes were wide open in surprise. "A
bore, and you a Canadian! Why, you are one of my brothers' friends,
and besides you seem to me a friend of our family. My uncle Howard, you
know, told me all about you. Besides," she added in a voice of great
gentleness, "you remember, I promised."
Barry caught her hand.
"I wish I could tell you all I feel about it, but somehow I can't get
the words."
She allowed her hand to remain in his for a moment or two; then
withdrawing it, said hurriedly, with a slight colour showing in her
cheeks:
"I think I understand." Then changing her tone abruptly, and dropping
into the business-like manner of a V. A. D., she said, "So, we'll go
to-morrow. It will be a splendid run, if the day is fine.


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