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           Somebodyelseseemsintrouble,too. Youcanhearhisfaintcriescomingfromunderneathyourbed. Determining,atallevents,tosellyourlifedearly,youstrugglefrantically,hittingoutrightandleftwitharmsandlegs,andyellinglustilythewhile,andatlastsomethinggivesway,andyoufindyourheadinthefreshair. Twofeetoff,youdimlyobserveahalf-dressedruffian,waitingtokillyou,andyouarepreparingforalife-and-deathstrugglewithhim,whenitbeginstodawnuponyouthatit’sJim. 

           "Oh,it’syou,isit?"hesays,recognisingyouatthesamemoment. 

           "Yes,"youanswer,rubbingyoureyes;"what’shappened?" 

           "Ballytent’sblowndown,Ithink,"hesays. 

           "Where’sBill?" 

           Thenyoubothraiseupyourvoicesandshoutfor"Bill!"andthegroundbeneathyouheavesandrocks,andthemuffledvoicethatyouheardbeforerepliesfromouttheruin: 

           "Getoffmyhead,can’tyou?" 

           AndBillstrugglesout,amuddy,trampledwreck,andinanunnecessarilyaggressivemood—hebeingundertheevidentbeliefthatthewholethinghasbeendoneonpurpose. 

           Inthemorningyouareallthreespeechless,owingtohavingcaughtseverecoldsinthenight; youalsofeelveryquarrelsome,andyouswearateachotherinhoarsewhispersduringthewholeofbreakfasttime.