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ambulance cars that ^[[always seemed to]] rush [[strikethrough]] ed by [[/strikethrough]], at the rather pathetic red cross nurses whom I met, at ^[[all]] the evidences of war, ^[[I looked at them all]] - with a sick heart.  I was ^[[simply]] [[underlined]] overcome [[/underlined]] by the fact that people were [[strikethrough]] fighting [[/strikethrough]] tearing themselves to pieces.  I [[strikethrough]] hated entirely [[/strikethrough]] ^[[could not bear]] the idea that civilization would [[underlined]] stand [[/underlined]] for it.  I felt like a person at a totally immoral play who wanted to hiss and who found themselves in a company of people [[strikethrough]] who [[/strikethrough]] disapproving but [[strikethrough]] who would not [[/strikethrough]] ^[[unwilling to]] express their [[strikethrough]] dissatisfaction [[/strikethrough]] disapproval. I was restless, excited, [[strikethrough]] and [[/strikethrough]] sympathetic and found no means of expressing my feelings.  At any rate, one [[strikethrough]] feeling at last I felt very strongly ^[[moment]] [[/strikethrough]] ^[[thing I was sure of -]] and that was that Abbeville was not the place I had dreamed of to establish a hospital

[[underlined]] Sunday Nov. 30th. [[/underlined]]
[[strikethrough]] It is a terrific day.  The face of the world is black I cannot write 

[[underlined]] Monday [[/underlined]] Nov. 31st Dec 1st. [[/strikethrough]]