Rilla drew a long breath of rapture -- and caught it midway rather sharply . Jem was telling some story to Faith -- something that had happened in the Balkan War . `` The doctor lost both his legs -- they were smashed to pulp -- and he was left on the field to die . And he crawled about from man to man , to all the wounded men round him , as long as he could , and did everything possible to relieve their sufferings -- never thinking of himself -- he was tying a bit of bandage round another man 's leg when he went under . They found them there , the doctor 's dead hands still held the bandage tight , the bleeding was stopped and the other man 's life was saved . Some hero , was n't he , Faith ? I tell you when I read that -- '' Jem and Faith moved on out of hearing . Gertrude Oliver suddenly shivered . Rilla pressed her arm sympathetically . `` Was n't it dreadful , Miss Oliver ? I do n't know why Jem tells such gruesome things at a time like this when we 're all out for fun . '' `` Do you think it dreadful , Rilla ? I thought it wonderful -- beautiful . Such a story makes one ashamed of ever doubting human nature . That man 's action was godlike . And how humanity responds to the ideal of self-sacrifice . As for my shiver , I do n't know what caused it . The evening is certainly warm enough . Perhaps someone is walking over the dark , starshiny spot that is to be my grave . That is the explanation the old superstition would give .
Well , I wo n't think XXXXX that on this lovely night .
Rilla at for in left like of on over to