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It was a harder task than he had thought; still he persevered. "Dalahaide, where are you?" he called. "Here!" came the answer, only a few yards away. "I'm caught in something, and up to my knees in mud. I think my wound's broken out again. For heaven's sake, go back and let them take me. After all, what does it matter for me? I'm done. A thousand times better die than get you all into trouble."
She sat down beside Remigia Indian-fashion, and, glancing furtively toward where Demetrio rested, asked in a low voice: "How's the patient, better? That's fine. Oh, how young he is! But he's still pale, don't you think? So the wound's not closed up yet. Well, Remigia, don't you think we'd better try and do something about it?"
But if at last he doth come, it is when the wound's festered, the Ague in the blood, or that the body is incurable. So far was he concern'd in looking after that Love-apple, or Night-shadow, for the cure of his own burning distemper.
Course soldiers have to take their chance, even if they are only buglers, and I took mine, and got it. Now my wound's better, I don't feel like giving up. I feel as if I hadn't half had my innings. I haven't even got to be what you are full private. But, I say, it ain't getting dark yet, is it?" "No, Punch. But I feel so giddy I can hardly see." "Look out, then!" cried the boy excitedly.
"But she must have thought he cared for her when he did marry her. She thinks he cares now." "Of course she thinks it. I don't suppose he's ever let her see." "I know he hasn't." "But the wound's there, all the same. She's never got over it, though she isn't conscious of it now. The fact remains that Maisie's marriage is incomplete because Jerry doesn't care for her.
With whom has he been fighting?" "Thrown from his horse and struck his head on a rock," Parker replied glibly. Kay saw the doctor's eyebrows lift slightly. "Did he tell you that was what happened?" Parker hesitated a moment and nodded an affirmative. "Wound's too clean for that story to impress me," the doctor whispered. "Not a speck of foreign matter in it.
"Fine figure of a woman, though." "Eh?" said Puffin archly. "Now none of your sailor-talk ashore, Captain," said the Major, in high good humour. "I'm not a marrying man any more than you are. Better if I had been perhaps, more years ago than I care to think about. Dear me, my wound's going to trouble me to-night." "What do you do for it, Major?" asked Puffin. "Do for it?
The stricken heart bereft Of all its brood of singing hopes, and left 'Mid leafless boughs, a cold, forsaken nest With snow-flakes in it, folded in Thy breast Doth lose its deadly chill; and grief that creeps Unto Thy side for shelter, finding there The wound's deep cleft, forgets its moan, and weeps Calm, quiet tears, and on Thy forehead Care Hath looked until its thorns, no longer bare, Put forth pale roses.
The duel, if you are willing, shall not be renewed. You have behaved honourably ... to-day, to-day observe. 'There's no need to recall the past, rejoined Bazarov; 'and as regards the future, it's not worth while for you to trouble your head about that either, for I intend being off without delay. Let me bind up your leg now; your wound's not serious, but it's always best to stop bleeding.
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