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"
I
never
have
any
fever
.
My
legs
are
full
of
old
iron
too
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
"
They
’
re
full
of
trench
-
mortar
fragments
,
old
screws
and
bedsprings
and
things
.
"
She
shook
her
head
and
smiled
.
"
If
you
had
any
foreign
bodies
in
your
legs
they
would
set
up
an
inflammation
and
you
’
d
have
fever
.
"
"
All
right
,
"
I
said
.
"
We
’
ll
see
what
comes
out
.
"
She
went
out
of
the
room
and
came
back
with
the
old
nurse
of
the
early
morning
.
Together
they
made
the
bed
with
me
in
it
.
That
was
new
to
me
and
an
admirable
proceeding
.
"
Who
is
in
charge
here
?
"
"
Miss
Van
Campen
.
"
"
How
many
nurses
are
there
?
"
