Joan and the little chemist took it in turns to relieve one another.

If Madame Lelanne ever slept, it was when she would sit in the shadow behind the stove, her hands upon her knees.

Dubos had been in the house when it had fallen.
Madame Lelanne had discovered him pinned against a wall underneath a great oak beam that had withstood the falling debris.

His beard had been burnt off, but otherwise he had been unharmed.
She seemed to be living in a dream.

She could not shake from her the feeling that it was not bodies but souls that she was tending.