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"
I
’
m
so
groggy
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
I
said
.
"
Let
me
see
your
hands
.
"
I
put
them
out
.
They
were
both
blistered
raw
.
"
There
’
s
no
hole
in
my
side
,
"
I
said
.
"
Don
’
t
be
sacrilegious
.
"
I
felt
very
tired
and
vague
in
the
head
.
The
exhilaration
was
all
gone
.
The
carriage
was
going
along
the
street
.
"
Poor
hands
,
"
Catherine
said
.
"
Don
’
t
touch
them
,
"
I
said
.
"
By
God
I
don
’
t
know
where
we
are
.
Where
are
we
going
,
driver
?
"
The
driver
stopped
his
horse
.
"
To
the
Hotel
Metropole
.
Don
’
t
you
want
to
go
there
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
I
said
.
"
It
’
s
all
right
,
Cat
.
"
