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He
found
his
place
and
took
off
his
clothes
to
the
skin
.
He
lay
shivering
under
his
blanket
.
And
his
torn
face
awakened
from
its
numbness
,
and
his
whole
head
throbbed
.
It
was
an
hour
more
before
Al
came
in
.
He
moved
cautiously
near
and
stepped
on
Tom
’
s
wet
clothes
.
«
Sh
!
»
said
Tom
.
Al
whispered
,
«
You
awake
?
How
’
d
you
get
wet
?
»
«
Sh
,
"
said
Tom
.
«
Tell
you
in
the
mornin
’
.
»
Pa
turned
on
his
back
,
and
his
snoring
filled
the
room
with
gasps
and
snorts
.
«
You
’
re
col
’
,
"
Al
said
.
«
Sh
.
Go
to
sleep
.
»
The
little
square
of
the
window
showed
gray
against
the
black
of
the
room
.
Tom
did
not
sleep
.
The
nerves
of
his
wounded
face
came
back
to
life
and
throbbed
,
and
his
cheek
bone
ached
,
and
his
broken
nose
bulged
and
pulsed
with
pain
that
seemed
to
toss
him
about
,
to
shake
him
.
He
watched
the
little
square
window
,
saw
the
stars
slide
down
over
it
and
drop
from
sight
.
At
intervals
he
heard
the
footsteps
of
the
watchmen
.
At
last
the
roosters
crowed
,
far
away
,
and
gradually
the
window
lightened
.
Tom
touched
his
swollen
face
with
his
fingertips
,
and
at
his
movement
Al
groaned
and
murmured
in
his
sleep
.
The
dawn
came
finally
.
In
the
houses
,
packed
together
,
there
was
a
sound
of
movement
,
a
crash
of
breaking
sticks
,
a
little
clatter
of
pans
.
In
the
graying
gloom
Ma
sat
up
suddenly
.
Tom
could
see
her
face
,
swollen
with
sleep
.
She
looked
at
the
window
,
for
a
long
moment
.
And
then
she
threw
the
blanket
off
and
found
her
dress
.
Still
sitting
down
,
she
put
it
over
her
head
and
held
her
arms
up
and
let
the
dress
slide
down
to
her
waist
.
She
stood
up
and
pulled
the
dress
down
around
her
ankles
.
Then
in
bare
feet
,
she
stepped
carefully
to
the
window
and
looked
out
,
and
while
she
stared
at
the
growing
light
,
her
quick
fingers
unbraided
her
hair
and
smoothed
the
strands
and
braided
them
up
again
.
Then
she
clasped
her
hands
in
front
of
her
and
stood
motionless
for
a
moment
.
Her
face
was
lighted
sharply
by
the
window
.
She
turned
,
stepped
carefully
among
the
mattresses
,
and
found
the
lantern
.
The
shade
screeched
up
,
and
she
lighted
the
wick
.
Pa
rolled
over
and
blinked
at
her
.
She
said
,
«
Pa
,
you
got
more
money
?
»
«
Huh
?
Yeah
.
Paper
wrote
for
sixty
cents
.
»
«
Well
,
git
up
an
’
go
buy
some
flour
an
’
lard
.
Quick
,
now
.
»
Pa
yawned
.
«
Maybe
the
store
ain
’
t
open
.
»
