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With
his
thumb
he
turned
up
one
of
my
eyelids
,
whereat
I
opened
my
other
eye
and
gazed
up
at
the
group
bending
over
me
.
"
What
did
I
tell
you
?
"
was
Doctor
Jackson
's
cry
of
triumph
.
And
then
,
although
it
seemed
the
effort
must
crack
my
face
,
I
summoned
all
the
will
of
me
and
smiled
.
They
held
water
to
my
lips
,
and
I
drank
greedily
.
It
must
be
remembered
that
all
this
while
I
lay
helpless
on
my
back
,
my
arms
pinioned
along
with
my
body
inside
the
jacket
.
When
they
offered
me
food
--
dry
prison
bread
--
I
shook
my
head
.
I
closed
my
eyes
in
advertisement
that
I
was
tired
of
their
presence
.
The
pain
of
my
partial
resuscitation
was
unbearable
.
I
could
feel
my
body
coming
to
life
.
Down
the
cords
of
my
neck
and
into
my
patch
of
chest
over
the
heart
darting
pains
were
making
their
way
.
And
in
my
brain
the
memory
was
strong
that
Philippa
waited
me
in
the
big
hall
,
and
I
was
desirous
to
escape
away
back
to
the
half
a
day
and
half
a
night
I
had
just
lived
in
old
France
.
So
it
was
,
even
as
they
stood
about
me
,
that
I
strove
to
eliminate
the
live
portion
of
my
body
from
my
consciousness
.
I
was
in
haste
to
depart
,
but
Warden
Atherton
's
voice
held
me
back
.
"
Is
there
anything
you
want
to
complain
about
?
"
he
asked
.
Now
I
had
but
one
fear
,
namely
,
that
they
would
unlace
me
;
so
that
it
must
be
understood
that
my
reply
was
not
uttered
in
braggadocio
but
was
meant
to
forestall
any
possible
unlacing
.
"
You
might
make
the
jacket
a
little
tighter
,
"
I
whispered
.
"
It
's
too
loose
for
comfort
.
I
get
lost
in
it
.
Hutchins
is
stupid
.
He
is
also
a
fool
.
He
does
n't
know
the
first
thing
about
lacing
the
jacket
.
Warden
,
you
ought
to
put
him
in
charge
of
the
loom-room
.
He
is
a
more
profound
master
of
inefficiency
than
the
present
incumbent
,
who
is
merely
stupid
without
being
a
fool
as
well
.
Now
get
out
,
all
of
you
,
unless
you
can
think
of
worse
to
do
to
me
.
In
which
case
,
by
all
means
remain
.
I
invite
you
heartily
to
remain
,
if
you
think
in
your
feeble
imaginings
that
you
have
devised
fresh
torture
for
me
.
"
"
He
's
a
wooz
,
a
true-blue
,
dyed-in-the-wool
wooz
,
"
Doctor
Jackson
chanted
,
with
the
medico
's
delight
in
a
novelty
.
"
Standing
,
you
are
a
wonder
,
"
the
Warden
said
.
"
You
've
got
an
iron
will
,
but
I
'll
break
it
as
sure
as
God
made
little
apples
.
"
