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"
Fine
.
"
"
How
is
your
head
?
"
She
touched
the
top
of
it
with
her
fingers
.
It
was
sensitive
like
a
foot
that
had
gone
to
sleep
.
"
It
’
s
never
bothered
me
.
"
"
A
bump
like
that
could
make
you
crazy
.
It
never
bothers
you
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
You
’
re
a
lucky
young
man
.
Have
you
the
letter
done
?
I
’
m
going
down
.
"
"
It
’
s
here
,
"
I
said
.
"
You
ought
to
ask
her
not
to
do
night
duty
for
a
while
.
She
’
s
getting
very
tired
.
"
"
All
right
.
I
will
.
"
"
I
want
to
do
it
but
she
won
’
t
let
me
.
The
others
are
glad
to
let
her
have
it
.
You
might
give
her
just
a
little
rest
.
"
"
All
right
.
"
