226 Where the Souls of Men Are Caling
most savagely, against her cheek. This must
have been the comfort she needed, this touch
of a man who was every inch a man, because the
sobs at once grew quiet; and, in full control of
her nerves, she arose, saying urgently:
  "Quick! He's on the trench bridge!"
  As in a dream, the great Bonsecours sprang
out.