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"
Nursing
it
all
right
?
"
"
Yeah
.
"
Then
her
face
turned
very
red
.
She
blurted
,
"
I
like
to
nurse
.
"
"
’
Course
you
do
.
"
"
I
like
to
—
because
it
—
feels
good
.
"
She
hid
her
face
.
"
I
hadn
’
t
ought
to
told
you
.
"
"
Why
not
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
but
I
hadn
’
t
ought
to
of
.
It
ain
’
t
—
decent
,
do
you
think
?
You
won
’
t
tell
nobody
?
"
"
’
Course
not
.
"
Jim
looked
away
from
her
and
out
the
low
doorway
.
The
mist
drifted
casually
down
.
Big
drops
slid
down
the
tent
slope
like
beads
on
a
string
.
He
continued
to
stare
out
of
the
tent
,
knowing
instinctively
that
the
girl
wanted
to
look
at
him
,
and
that
she
couldn
’
t
until
he
looked
away
.
Her
glance
went
over
his
face
,
a
dark
profile
against
the
light
.
She
saw
the
lumpy
,
bandaged
shoulder
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
’
th
your
arm
?
"
she
demanded
.
He
turned
back
,
and
this
time
her
eyes
held
.
"
I
got
shot
yesterday
.
"
"
Oh
.
Does
it
hurt
?
"
"
Little
bit
.
"
