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Chapter 32

           IsTimókhinhere?”heasked.

           Timókhincreptalongthebenchtohim.

           “Iamhere,yourexcellency.”

           “How’syourwound?”

           “Mine,sir?Allright.Buthowaboutyou?”

           PrinceAndrewagainponderedasiftryingtoremembersomething.

           “Couldn’tonegetabook?”heasked.

           “Whatbook?”

           “TheGospels.Ihaven’tone.”

           Thedoctorpromisedtoprocureitforhimandbegantoaskhowhewasfeeling.PrinceAndrewansweredallhisquestionsreluctantlybutreasonably,andthensaidhewantedabolsterplacedunderhimashewasuncomfortableandingreatpain.Thedoctorandvaletliftedthecloakwithwhichhewascoveredand,makingwryfacesatthenoisomesmellofmortifyingfleshthatcamefromthewound,beganexaminingthatdreadfulplace.Thedoctorwasverymuchdispleasedaboutsomethingandmadeachangeinthedressings,turningthewoundedmanoversothathegroanedagainandgrewunconsciousanddeliriousfromtheagony.Hekeptaskingthemtogethimthebookandputitunderhim.

           “Whattroublewoulditbetoyou?”hesaid.“Ihavenotgotone.Pleasegetitformeandputitunderforamoment,”hepleadedinapiteousvoice.

           Thedoctorwentintothepassagetowashhishands.

           “Youfellowshavenoconscience,”saidhetothevaletwhowaspouringwateroverhishands.“ForjustonemomentIdidn’tlookafteryou...It’ssuchpain,youknow,thatIwonderhowhecanbearit.”

           “BytheLordJesusChrist,Ithoughtwehadputsomethingunderhim!”saidthevalet.

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