His blood flows; then I will save him.

Don't clutch me so, Josephine; don't cling to me like that.

Now is the time to show your breed: not turn sick at the sight of a little blood, like that foolish creature, but help me save him." "Take him in-doors," cried the baroness.
"Into our house, mamma ?" gasped Rose; "no, no." "What," said the baroness, "a wounded soldier who has fought for France! leave him to lie and die outside my door: what would my son say to that?
He is a soldier himself." Rose cast a hasty look at Josephine.

Josephine's eyes were bent on the ground, and her hands clenched and trembling.
"Now, Jacintha, you be off," said the doctor.

"I can't have cowards about him to make the others as bad.