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'
Oh
,
'
said
I.
And
out
came
the
grievance
.
The
man
was
just
on
the
boil
,
and
my
question
boiled
him
over
.
He
had
been
given
a
prescription
,
most
valuable
prescription
--
what
for
he
would
n't
say
.
Was
it
medical
?
'
Damn
you
!
What
are
you
fishing
after
?
'
I
apologised
.
Dignified
sniff
and
cough
.
He
resumed
.
He
'd
read
it
.
Five
ingredients
.
Put
it
down
;
turned
his
head
.
Draught
of
air
from
window
lifted
the
paper
.
Swish
,
rustle
.
He
was
working
in
a
room
with
an
open
fireplace
,
he
said
.
Saw
a
flicker
,
and
there
was
the
prescription
burning
and
lifting
chimneyward
.
Rushed
towards
it
just
as
it
whisked
up
the
chimney
.
So
!
Just
at
that
point
,
to
illustrate
his
story
,
out
came
his
arm
.
"
"
Well
?
"
"
No
hand
--
just
an
empty
sleeve
.
Lord
!
I
thought
,
that
's
a
deformity
!
Got
a
cork
arm
,
I
suppose
,
and
has
taken
it
off
.
Then
,
I
thought
,
there
's
something
odd
in
that
.
What
the
devil
keeps
that
sleeve
up
and
open
,
if
there
's
nothing
in
it
?
There
was
nothing
in
it
,
I
tell
you
.
Nothing
down
it
,
right
down
to
the
joint
.
I
could
see
right
down
it
to
the
elbow
,
and
there
was
a
glimmer
of
light
shining
through
a
tear
of
the
cloth
.
'
Good
God
!
'
I
said
.
Then
he
stopped
.
Stared
at
me
with
those
black
goggles
of
his
,
and
then
at
his
sleeve
.
"
"
Well
?
"
"
That
's
all
.
He
never
said
a
word
;
just
glared
,
and
put
his
sleeve
back
in
his
pocket
quickly
.
'
I
was
saying
,
'
said
he
,
'
that
there
was
the
prescription
burning
,
was
n't
I
?
'
Interrogative
cough
.
'
How
the
devil
,
'
said
I
,
'
can
you
move
an
empty
sleeve
like
that
?
'
'Em
pty
sleeve
?
'
'
Yes
,
'
said
I
,
'
an
empty
sleeve
.
'
"
'
It
's
an
empty
sleeve
,
is
it
?
You
saw
it
was
an
empty
sleeve
?
'
He
stood
up
right
away
.
I
stood
up
too
.
He
came
towards
me
in
three
very
slow
steps
,
and
stood
quite
close
.
Sniffed
venomously
.
I
did
n't
flinch
,
though
I
'm
hanged
if
that
bandaged
knob
of
his
,
and
those
blinkers
,
are
n't
enough
to
unnerve
any
one
,
coming
quietly
up
to
you
.
"
'
You
said
it
was
an
empty
sleeve
?
'
he
said
.
'
Certainly
,
'
I
said
.
At
staring
and
saying
nothing
a
barefaced
man
,
unspectacled
,
starts
scratch
.
Then
very
quietly
he
pulled
his
sleeve
out
of
his
pocket
again
,
and
raised
his
arm
towards
me
as
though
he
would
show
it
to
me
again
.
He
did
it
very
,
very
slowly
.
I
looked
at
it
.
Seemed
an
age
.
'
Well
?
'
said
I
,
clearing
my
throat
,
'
there
's
nothing
in
it
.
'
"
Had
to
say
something
.
I
was
beginning
to
feel
frightened
.
I
could
see
right
down
it
.
He
extended
it
straight
towards
me
,
slowly
,
slowly
--
just
like
that
--
until
the
cuff
was
six
inches
from
my
face
.
Queer
thing
to
see
an
empty
sleeve
come
at
you
like
that
!
And
then
--
"
"
Well
?
"
"
Something
--
exactly
like
a
finger
and
thumb
it
felt
--
nipped
my
nose
.
"
