A Game of Shadows
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Unknown Chapter 58 The milky light of dawn was just creeping across the floor and walls of the room as Sam woke up. He wasn’t sure what woke him because everything was quiet, inside and out. Even the yard below was silent, the soldiers still in their beds, getting a few more minutes of sleep before their wake-up call. The room was pleasantly cool, the air fresh and clean, despite the closed window. Doctor Freeman gave orders to air out the room twice a day, but the windows were firmly shut... after that to prevent infection and the possibility of catching a chill. Sam didn’t think it was possible to catch a chill on a glorious September day, but what did he know? Doctor Freeman checked on him during the night, shuffling in with his glasses jammed onto his face at a strange angle and his nightshirt swishing against his legs. He seemed satisfied with Sam’s progress as he took his temperature and pulse before examining the wound. He nodded in satisfaction, then quietly retreated to his own room at the end of the hall, but not before pulling the blanket over Susanna and tucking it around her shoulders. Sam slowly turned his head, half expecting Susanna to be gone, her cot empty and neatly made, but she was still there, sleeping soundly. Her breathing was even and shallow, her face luminous in the morning light. Her cap had come off during the night, her hair fanned out on the pillow as she slept. It was a few shades darker than Abbie’s; a honey-blonde that caught the rays of the rising sun and shone like a halo around her head. Susanna’s mouth was slightly open, her full lips rosy against her pale skin. Sam tried to look away, but couldn’t. She was so lovely just lying there completely unaware of his scrutiny. The blanket that her father so carefully tucked around her had slipped off, exposing the curve of her breast against her nightdress. Sam suddenly wished that he could go over to her and adjust the blanket to keep out the chill of the morning, but even the merest motion left him sweating and pressing his hand against the wound in a fruitless effort to hold in the pain. Sam lay back against the pillows panting, and tried not to stare at Susanna’s sleeping form, but his eyes kept sliding to her face, his lips stretching into a goofy smile. Susanna was nothing like the women Sam normally found attractive. He liked them buxom and saucy; the kind of women who weren’t shamed by their desire or need for a man. They were honest and refreshing compared to the demure misses he was normally exposed to, whose only goal was to catch a husband and breed like cattle. Susanna was slight and graceful, her somber-colored, high-necked gowns doing little to disguise her natural beauty. She wasn’t the kind of woman who needed to display her bosom or make suggestive comments to get attention. She exuded a quiet dignity as she moved about the empty ward, helping her father and doing her best to make her patients feel cared for. Under different circumstances, Sam might have found her to be cold or repressed, but he noticed sadness in her eyes and a look of longing as she gazed out of the window, most likely wishing to return home to England rather than molder in a fort in the middle of a war she probably cared nothing about. Susanna seemed heartbreakingly earnest and dedicated, and her concern for him touched Sam deeply; for no girl had ever really cared about his well-being. She seemed drawn to him, whether because he needed her help, or because she genuinely liked him, but he had to stay aloof for fear of causing her pain. He felt terrible enough lying to her the way he had, knowing that she believed every word and prayed for him to be reunited with his nonexistent fiancée. And suddenly Sam wished he had a fiancée. He’d had his share of romance, but no girl ever really touched his heart. He secretly envied Finn when he saw him with Abbie. It wasn’t just physical love. Theirs was a union of souls as well, and Sam prayed that he would be blessed enough to experience something similar before he died. It was ironic that the girl who wormed her way into his soul was the daughter of an enemy surgeon, someone he could never have. Maybe in another life they could have had something special, but for now, he had to keep his distance while still taking advantage of her kindness. Sam sighed and turned to his side, suddenly feeling lonelier than he ever had in his life.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Unknown Chapter 58 The milky light of dawn was just creeping across the floor and walls of the room as Sam woke up. He wasn’t sure what woke him because everything was quiet, inside and out. Even the yard below was silent, the soldiers still in their beds, getting a few more minutes of sleep before their wake-up call. The room was pleasantly cool, the air fresh and clean, despite the closed window. Doctor Freeman gave orders to air out the room twice a day, but the windows were firmly shut... after that to prevent infection and the possibility of catching a chill. Sam didn’t think it was possible to catch a chill on a glorious September day, but what did he know? Doctor Freeman checked on him during the night, shuffling in with his glasses jammed onto his face at a strange angle and his nightshirt swishing against his legs. He seemed satisfied with Sam’s progress as he took his temperature and pulse before examining the wound. He nodded in satisfaction, then quietly retreated to his own room at the end of the hall, but not before pulling the blanket over Susanna and tucking it around her shoulders. Sam slowly turned his head, half expecting Susanna to be gone, her cot empty and neatly made, but she was still there, sleeping soundly. Her breathing was even and shallow, her face luminous in the morning light. Her cap had come off during the night, her hair fanned out on the pillow as she slept. It was a few shades darker than Abbie’s; a honey-blonde that caught the rays of the rising sun and shone like a halo around her head. Susanna’s mouth was slightly open, her full lips rosy against her pale skin. Sam tried to look away, but couldn’t. She was so lovely just lying there completely unaware of his scrutiny. The blanket that her father so carefully tucked around her had slipped off, exposing the curve of her breast against her nightdress. Sam suddenly wished that he could go over to her and adjust the blanket to keep out the chill of the morning, but even the merest motion left him sweating and pressing his hand against the wound in a fruitless effort to hold in the pain. Sam lay back against the pillows panting, and tried not to stare at Susanna’s sleeping form, but his eyes kept sliding to her face, his lips stretching into a goofy smile. Susanna was nothing like the women Sam normally found attractive. He liked them buxom and saucy; the kind of women who weren’t shamed by their desire or need for a man. They were honest and refreshing compared to the demure misses he was normally exposed to, whose only goal was to catch a husband and breed like cattle. Susanna was slight and graceful, her somber-colored, high-necked gowns doing little to disguise her natural beauty. She wasn’t the kind of woman who needed to display her bosom or make suggestive comments to get attention. She exuded a quiet dignity as she moved about the empty ward, helping her father and doing her best to make her patients feel cared for. Under different circumstances, Sam might have found her to be cold or repressed, but he noticed sadness in her eyes and a look of longing as she gazed out of the window, most likely wishing to return home to England rather than molder in a fort in the middle of a war she probably cared nothing about. Susanna seemed heartbreakingly earnest and dedicated, and her concern for him touched Sam deeply; for no girl had ever really cared about his well-being. She seemed drawn to him, whether because he needed her help, or because she genuinely liked him, but he had to stay aloof for fear of causing her pain. He felt terrible enough lying to her the way he had, knowing that she believed every word and prayed for him to be reunited with his nonexistent fiancée. And suddenly Sam wished he had a fiancée. He’d had his share of romance, but no girl ever really touched his heart. He secretly envied Finn when he saw him with Abbie. It wasn’t just physical love. Theirs was a union of souls as well, and Sam prayed that he would be blessed enough to experience something similar before he died. It was ironic that the girl who wormed her way into his soul was the daughter of an enemy surgeon, someone he could never have. Maybe in another life they could have had something special, but for now, he had to keep his distance while still taking advantage of her kindness. Sam sighed and turned to his side, suddenly feeling lonelier than he ever had in his life.
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