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"
I
’
m
from
the
hospital
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
want
a
drink
.
"
"
Don
’
‘
member
y
’
r
voice
.
Can
you
see
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
I
told
him
.
"
Well
,
then
,
for
God
’
s
sake
get
over
the
bar
,
Doc
,
and
find
me
a
bottle
of
whisky
.
"
"
I
’
m
doctor
enough
for
that
,
"
I
said
I
climbed
across
and
went
round
the
corner
.
A
large
-
bellied
,
red
-
faced
man
with
a
graying
walrus
mustache
stood
there
clad
only
in
trousers
and
a
collarless
shirt
.
He
was
pretty
drunk
.
He
seemed
undecided
whether
to
open
the
bottle
he
held
in
his
band
or
to
use
it
as
a
weapon
.
"
‘
F
you
’
re
not
a
doctor
,
what
are
you
?
"
he
demanded
suspiciously
.
"
I
was
a
patient
—
but
I
need
a
drink
as
much
as
any
doctor
,
"
I
said
.
"
That
’
s
gin
again
you
’
ve
got
there
,
"
I
added
.
"
Oh
,
is
it
!
Damned
gin
,
"
he
said
,
and
slung
it
away
.
It
went
through
the
window
with
a
lively
crash
.
"
Give
me
that
corkscrew
,
"
I
told
him
.
I
took
down
a
bottle
of
whisky
from
the
shelf
,
opened
it
,
and
handed
it
to
him
with
a
glass
.
For
myself
I
chose
a
stiff
brandy
with
very
little
soda
,
and
then
another
.
