I tell you, you are not to go!" "Don't be so stupid, John," she shook off his arm.

"Please, Doctor, I'm ready." Semyonov turned to Trenchard with a smile: "Mr.( they all called him Mr.now), it will be quite well ...

I will look after her." "You ...

you" (Trenchard could not control his voice), "you can't prevent shrapnel--bullets.

You don't care, you...." Semyonov's voice was sharp: "I think it better that Sister Marie Ivanovna should come with me.