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on omelets and beefsteaks, as his digestion had caved in under six
months' unadulterated tinned food.
We met old friends, fellow travellers on the way out. In those days they
were a wistful little party, wondering how they were going to reach
Montenegro, the Adriatic being impossible. At last one of the passes was
hurriedly improved for them by a thousand prisoners, and they rode
through in the snow. Since then typhus had raged, two of their number
had been very ill, and one had died. Their energy had been tremendous,
and everywhere in the country they were spoken of as the wonderful
English hospital, and even from Chainitza, where there was a Russian
hospital, soldiers walked a long day's march in order to be treated by
the English.
Dr. Roger's rival was there, the perpetrator of ninety hernia operations
a week--or was it more?
All this on tinned food!
Our hotel room proved large and comfortable with a talkative willing
Turk in attendance. We slept immensely and were wakened by yet another
horrible cock crowing.


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