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"
Why
,
what
's
the
matter
,
Tom
?
I
must
call
auntie
.
"
"
No
--
never
mind
.
It
'll
be
over
by
and
by
,
maybe
.
Do
n't
call
anybody
.
"
"
But
I
must
!
DO
N'T
groan
so
,
Tom
,
it
's
awful
.
How
long
you
been
this
way
?
"
"
Hours
.
Ouch
!
Oh
,
do
n't
stir
so
,
Sid
,
you
'll
kill
me
.
"
"
Tom
,
why
did
n't
you
wake
me
sooner
?
Oh
,
Tom
,
DO
N'T
!
It
makes
my
flesh
crawl
to
hear
you
.
Tom
,
what
is
the
matter
?
"
"
I
forgive
you
everything
,
Sid
.
(
Groan
.
)
Everything
you
've
ever
done
to
me
.
When
I
'm
gone
--
"
"
Oh
,
Tom
,
you
ai
n't
dying
,
are
you
?
Do
n't
,
Tom
--
oh
,
do
n't
.
Maybe
--
"
"
I
forgive
everybody
,
Sid
.
(
Groan
.
)
Tell
'em
so
,
Sid
.
And
Sid
,
you
give
my
window-sash
and
my
cat
with
one
eye
to
that
new
girl
that
's
come
to
town
,
and
tell
her
--
"
But
Sid
had
snatched
his
clothes
and
gone
.
Tom
was
suffering
in
reality
,
now
,
so
handsomely
was
his
imagination
working
,
and
so
his
groans
had
gathered
quite
a
genuine
tone
.
Sid
flew
down-stairs
and
said
:
