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CHAPTER XIV
MAINLY RETROSPECTIVE
Hospital work again. How strange we felt. A sad-faced little Serbian
lady, widowed through typhus, was interpreting for the out-patients
while Jo was away; but she was alone in the world and did not want to
go--so Jo, homesick for her beloved out-patients, had to make the best
of it and do other work. The Serbian youth who had been put on the staff
as secretary, was dangerously ill with typhoid fever, which he had
picked up at Kragujevatz. The typhus barrack was a children's hospital,
containing little waifs chosen from the out-patients, and a few women.
In the early days when we had first arrived at Vrntze there were several
overfilled Serbian and one Greek hospital. They were only cafes and
large villas, unsanitary, stuffy, and overworked. The windows were never
open, and through the huge sheets of plate glass could be dimly seen in
the thick blue tobacco smoke a higgledy-piggledy crowd of beds. Often
two men lay in one bed covered with their dirty great coats, while
typhus patients and wounded men slept together.
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