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Mrs
.
Elmira
Brown
’
s
foot
hurt
her
in
the
middle
of
the
night
,
so
she
got
up
and
went
down
to
the
kitchen
and
ate
some
cold
chicken
and
made
a
neat
,
painfully
accurate
list
of
things
.
First
,
illnesses
in
the
past
year
.
Three
colds
,
four
mild
attacks
of
indigestion
,
one
seizure
of
bloat
,
arthritis
,
lumbago
,
what
she
imagined
to
be
gout
,
a
severe
bronchial
cough
,
incipient
asthma
,
and
spots
on
her
arms
,
plus
an
abscessed
semicircular
canal
which
made
her
reel
like
a
drunken
moth
some
days
,
backache
,
head
pains
,
and
nausea
.
Cost
of
medicine
:
ninety
-
eight
dollars
and
seventy
-
eight
cents
.
Secondly
,
things
broken
in
the
house
during
the
twelve
months
just
past
;
two
lamps
,
six
vases
,
ten
dishes
,
one
soup
tureen
,
two
windows
,
one
chair
,
one
sofa
cushion
,
six
glasses
,
and
one
crystal
chandelier
prism
.
Total
cost
:
twelve
dollars
and
ten
cents
.
Thirdly
,
her
pains
this
very
night
.
Her
toe
hurt
from
being
run
over
.
Her
stomach
was
upset
.
Her
back
was
stiff
,
her
legs
were
pulsing
with
agony
.
Her
eyeballs
felt
like
wads
of
blazing
cotton
.
Her
tongue
tasted
like
a
dust
mop
.
Her
ears
were
belling
and
ringing
away
.
Cost
?
She
debated
,
going
back
to
bed
.
Ten
thousand
dollars
in
personal
suffering
.
"
Try
to
settle
this
out
of
court
!
"
she
said
half
aloud
.
"
Eh
?
"
said
her
husband
,
awake
.
She
lay
down
in
bed
.
"
I
simply
refuse
to
die
.
"
"
Beg
pardon
?
"
he
said
.
"
I
won
’
t
die
!
"
she
said
,
staring
at
the
ceiling
.
