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The
soldier
in
white
was
like
an
unrolled
bandage
with
a
hole
in
it
or
like
a
broken
block
of
stone
in
a
harbor
with
a
crooked
zinc
pipe
jutting
out
.
The
other
patients
in
the
ward
,
all
but
the
Texan
,
shrank
from
him
with
a
tenderhearted
aversion
from
the
moment
they
set
eyes
on
him
the
morning
after
the
night
he
had
been
sneaked
in
.
They
gathered
soberly
in
the
farthest
recess
of
the
ward
and
gossiped
about
him
in
malicious
,
offended
undertones
,
rebelling
against
his
presence
as
a
ghastly
imposition
and
resenting
him
malevolently
for
the
nauseating
truth
of
which
he
was
bright
reminder
.
They
shared
a
common
dread
that
he
would
begin
moaning
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
what
I
’
ll
do
if
he
does
begin
moaning
,
"
the
dashing
young
fighter
pilot
with
the
golden
mustache
had
grieved
forlornly
.
"
It
means
he
’
ll
moan
during
the
night
,
too
,
because
he
won
’
t
be
able
to
tell
time
.
"
No
sound
at
all
came
from
the
soldier
in
white
all
the
time
he
was
there
.
The
ragged
round
hole
over
his
mouth
was
deep
and
jet
black
and
showed
no
sign
of
lip
,
teeth
,
palate
or
tongue
.
The
only
one
who
ever
came
close
enough
to
look
was
the
affable
Texan
,
who
came
close
enough
several
times
a
day
to
chat
with
him
about
more
votes
for
the
decent
folk
,
opening
each
conversation
with
the
same
unvarying
greeting
:
"
What
do
you
say
,
fella
?
How
you
coming
along
?
"
The
rest
of
the
men
avoided
them
both
in
their
regulation
maroon
corduroy
bathrobes
and
unraveling
flannel
pajamas
,
wondering
gloomily
who
the
soldier
in
white
was
,
why
he
was
there
and
what
he
was
really
like
inside
.
"
He
’
s
all
right
,
I
tell
you
,
"
the
Texan
would
report
back
to
them
encouragingly
after
each
of
his
social
visits
.
"
Deep
down
inside
he
’
s
really
a
regular
guy
.
He
’
s
feeling
a
little
shy
and
insecure
now
because
he
doesn
’
t
know
anybody
here
and
can
’
t
talk
.
Why
don
’
t
you
all
just
step
right
up
to
him
and
introduce
yourselves
?
He
won
’
t
hurt
you
.
"
"
What
the
goddam
hell
are
you
talking
about
?
"
Dunbar
demanded
.
"
Does
he
even
know
what
you
’
re
talking
about
?
"
"
Sure
he
knows
what
I
’
m
talking
about
.
He
’
s
not
stupid
.
There
ain
’
t
nothing
wrong
with
him
.
"
"
Can
he
hear
you
?
"
"
Well
,
I
don
’
t
know
if
he
can
hear
me
or
not
,
but
I
’
m
sure
he
knows
what
I
’
m
talking
about
.
"
"
Does
that
hole
over
his
mouth
ever
move
?
"
