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"
Would
you
mind
wiping
my
face
with
my
flannel
?
"
It
was
funny
,
I
did
what
she
said
and
for
the
first
time
for
days
I
felt
a
bit
sorry
for
her
.
It
was
a
woman
’
s
job
,
really
.
I
mean
it
was
a
time
when
women
need
other
women
.
She
said
thanks
.
I
’
ll
go
now
then
,
I
said
.
"
Don
’
t
go
.
I
’
ll
die
.
"
She
actually
tried
to
catch
hold
of
my
arm
.
Don
’
t
be
so
daft
,
I
told
her
.
"
You
must
listen
,
you
must
listen
,
"
and
suddenly
she
was
crying
again
;
I
could
see
her
eyes
filling
with
tears
and
she
sort
of
banged
her
head
from
side
to
side
on
the
pillow
.
I
felt
sorry
for
her
by
then
,
as
I
say
,
so
I
sat
on
the
bed
and
gave
her
a
handkerchief
and
told
her
I
would
never
not
get
a
doctor
if
she
was
really
ill
.
I
even
said
I
still
loved
her
and
I
was
sorry
and
some
other
things
.
But
the
tears
just
kept
on
coming
,
she
hardly
seemed
to
listen
.
Not
even
when
I
told
her
she
looked
much
better
than
the
day
before
,
which
was
not
strictly
true
.
In
the
end
she
grew
calm
,
she
lay
there
with
her
eyes
shut
for
a
while
and
then
when
I
moved
she
said
,
"
Will
you
do
something
for
me
?
"
What
,
I
asked
.
"
Will
you
stay
down
here
with
me
and
let
the
door
be
open
for
air
?
"
Well
,
I
agreed
,
and
we
turned
out
the
lights
in
her
room
,
with
only
the
light
from
outside
and
the
fan
,
and
I
sat
by
her
for
quite
a
time
