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"
Breathe
deeply
.
"
"
I
am
.
Oh
,
it
doesn
’
t
work
any
more
.
It
doesn
’
t
work
!
"
"
Get
another
cylinder
,
"
I
said
to
the
nurse
.
"
That
is
a
new
cylinder
.
"
"
I
’
m
just
a
fool
,
darling
,
"
Catherine
said
.
"
But
it
doesn
’
t
work
any
more
.
"
She
began
to
cry
.
"
Oh
,
I
wanted
so
to
have
this
baby
and
not
make
trouble
,
and
now
I
’
m
all
done
and
all
gone
to
pieces
and
it
doesn
’
t
work
.
Oh
,
darling
,
it
doesn
’
t
work
at
all
.
I
don
’
t
care
if
I
die
if
it
will
only
stop
.
Oh
,
please
,
darling
,
please
make
it
stop
.
There
it
comes
.
Oh
Oh
Oh
!
"
She
breathed
sobbingly
in
the
mask
.
"
It
doesn
’
t
work
.
It
doesn
’
t
work
.
It
doesn
’
t
work
.
Don
’
t
mind
me
,
darling
.
Please
don
’
t
cry
.
Don
’
t
mind
me
.
I
’
m
just
gone
all
to
pieces
.
You
poor
sweet
.
I
love
you
so
and
I
’
ll
be
good
again
.
I
’
ll
be
good
this
time
.
Can
’
t
they
give
me
something
?
If
they
could
only
give
me
something
.
"
"
I
’
ll
make
it
work
.
I
’
ll
turn
it
all
the
way
.
"
"
Give
it
to
me
now
.
"
I
turned
the
dial
all
the
way
and
as
she
breathed
hard
and
deep
her
hand
relaxed
on
the
mask
.
I
shut
off
the
gas
and
lifted
the
mask
.
She
came
back
from
a
long
way
away
.
"
That
was
lovely
,
darling
.
Oh
,
you
’
re
so
good
to
me
.
"
