"I've got mine anyway," he said. "Bread is ten shillings a loaf if you
can buy it."
Annoyed by the colonel's manner Jo began to mount her high horse and
became blunt. He was instantly suave.
He seemed dismayed at our idea (to which we still held) of going to Novi
Bazar before Mitrovitza to see if really no route existed there.
"Impossible," said he; "bridges are broken between Rashka and Novi
Bazar, and there is no route through the mountains from there."
We remembered that the country had been under Turkish rule there years
before, and guessed that probably the Serbs had not yet been able to
exploit new and lonely routes. At every side in the streets were faces
we knew, the head medical this and the chief military that.
Our personal carts went off in charge of the corporal, who was looking
for bread from the Government, for of course all bread shops were shut
permanently.
The Scottish sisters had not found a refuge, and messengers kept on
coming back saying this place was full and that place had no room.
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