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--
Get
back
into
bed
.
--
Is
he
sick
?
A
fellow
held
his
arms
while
he
loosened
the
stocking
clinging
to
his
foot
and
climbed
back
into
the
hot
bed
.
He
crouched
down
between
the
sheets
,
glad
of
their
tepid
glow
.
He
heard
the
fellows
talk
among
themselves
about
him
as
they
dressed
for
mass
.
It
was
a
mean
thing
to
do
,
to
shoulder
him
into
the
square
ditch
,
they
were
saying
.
--
Then
their
voices
ceased
;
they
had
gone
.
A
voice
at
his
bed
said
:
--
Dedalus
,
do
n't
spy
on
us
,
sure
you
wo
n't
?
Wells
's
face
was
there
.
He
looked
at
it
and
saw
that
Wells
was
afraid
.
--
I
did
n't
mean
to
.
Sure
you
wo
n't
?
His
father
had
told
him
,
whatever
he
did
,
never
to
peach
on
a
fellow
.
He
shook
his
head
and
answered
no
and
felt
glad
.
Wells
said
:
