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"
I
thought
it
must
be
.
You
can
still
walk
;
they
have
to
creep
.
I
’
m
glad
,
Bill
.
I
told
them
you
’
d
not
go
like
that
—
but
they
said
you
had
.
Now
they
’
ve
all
gone
,
all
of
them
that
could
.
"
"
I
was
asleep
,
"
I
said
.
"
What
happened
?
’
"
More
and
more
of
us
like
this
.
They
were
frightened
.
"
I
said
helplessly
,
"
What
can
I
do
for
you
?
Is
there
anything
I
can
get
you
?
"
Her
face
contorted
;
she
clutched
her
arms
round
her
and
writhed
.
The
spasm
passed
,
and
left
her
with
sweat
trickling
down
her
forehead
.
"
Please
,
Bill
.
I
’
m
not
very
brave
.
Could
you
get
me
something
to
—
to
finish
it
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
can
do
that
for
you
.
"
I
was
back
from
the
drugstore
in
ten
minutes
I
gave
her
a
glass
of
water
and
put
the
stuff
into
her
other
hand
.
She
held
it
there
for
a
little
,
without
speaking
.
Then
:
