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He spoke his opinion that all was even better than he could have hoped it would be, so soon. Here was now the beginning of the fifth day; the wound's look was wholesome, no further delirium had come, and the fever had abated a degree while he was absent. He had much blood to make, and must be cared for during weeks three, four, five there was no saying how long yet.
"No, but it burned like the sting of a wasp and bled in a most disgraceful manner all over my sock. Then my belt buckle was shot away." "That doesn't count either. A wound's a wound only when you're hit yourself, not when some piece of your clothing is struck." "All right. The belt buckle's barred, although it gave me a shock when the bullet met it.
"I should be so glad if you'd see to him." "Poor fellow! Yes, I know his wound's worse than he'll own to. He shall have it dressed as soon as I get back. I wanted to do it before, but he was as obstinate as a mule." "Coming, Mr Frewen?" came from aft; and the doctor went on, leaving me once more alone, to go on searching out hot places with that jet of water till he returned and stood by me.
I've rallied him and I've reasoned with him, told him that every one was most kindly inclined towards him, told him even that I was received merely because I was his guest. But it's no use. He will neither accept the invitations he gets, nor stop brooding about the ones where he's left out. What I'm afraid of is that the wound's ulcerating.
Him seized Achilles by the foot and sent him down the stream, and over him exulting spake winged words: "There lie thou among the fishes, which shall lick off thy wound's blood heedlessly, nor shall thy mother lay thee on a bed and mourn for thee, but Skamandros shall bear thee on his eddies into the broad bosom of the sea.
It's as if I had been eating charcoal cinders all day; and my wound's all as hot and dry as if it was being burnt." "Yes, I had no business to have been asleep," said Pen. "I'll fetch the water, and when you have had a good drink I will bathe your wound." "Ah, do; there's a good chap. But don't keep on in that aggravating way, saying you oughtn't to have gone to sleep.
Away then with this obstinacy this hardness of heart; call upon the blessed Saviour, that he may receive your spirit call upon his wound's for mercy. It is the eleventh hour, but not too late. Amine," continued the old man with tears, "I implore you, I conjure you. At least, may this load of trouble be taken from my heart."
I've rallied him and I've reasoned with him, told him that every one was most kindly inclined towards him, told him even that I was received merely because I was his guest. But it's no use. He will neither accept the invitations he gets, nor stop brooding about the ones where he's left out. What I'm afraid of is that the wound's ulcerating.
That'll make the muscles contract healthily and help the swelling to go down." "Most comforting!" said Sir Humphrey, with a sigh of relief. "But what did you mean about my thinking apparatus?" "Not going to fancy your wound's poisoned, are you?" "N-no," said the patient, hesitating. "I suppose I need not fidget about that?"
"What do you mean?" said Pen. "Why, make-believe I'm all right. Make these froggies think my wound's only a scratch. Then perhaps they will march me off along with you as a prisoner. I don't want them to you know." "March you off!" said Pen bitterly. "Why, you know you can't stand." "Can't! I've got to. You'll let me hold tight of your arm. I've got to, comrade, and I will.
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