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           Idon’tknowwhyitshouldbe,Iamsure;butthesightofanothermanasleepinbedwhenIamup,maddensme. Itseemstomesoshockingtoseetheprecioushoursofaman’slife—thepricelessmomentsthatwillnevercomebacktohimagain—beingwastedinmerebrutishsleep. 

           TherewasGeorge,throwingawayinhideoussloththeinestimablegiftoftime; hisvaluablelife,everysecondofwhichhewouldhavetoaccountforhereafter,passingawayfromhim,unused. Hemighthavebeenupstuffinghimselfwitheggsandbacon,irritatingthedog,orflirtingwiththeslavey,insteadofsprawlingthere,sunkinsoul-cloggingoblivion. 

           Itwasaterriblethought. HarrisandIappearedtobestruckbyitatthesameinstant. Wedeterminedtosavehim,and,inthisnobleresolve,ourowndisputewasforgotten. Weflewacrossandslungtheclothesoffhim,andHarrislandedhimonewithaslipper,andIshoutedinhisear,andheawoke. 

           "Wasermarrer?"heobserved,sittingup. 

           "Getup,youfat-headedchunk!"roaredHarris. "It’squartertoten." 

           "What!"heshrieked,jumpingoutofbedintothebath; "Whothethunderputthisthinghere?" 

           Wetoldhimhemusthavebeenafoolnottoseethebath. 

           Wefinisheddressing,and,whenitcametotheextras,werememberedthatwehadpackedthetooth-brushesandthebrushandcomb(thattooth-brushofminewillbethedeathofme,Iknow),andwehadtogodownstairs,andfishthemoutofthebag. AndwhenwehaddonethatGeorgewantedtheshavingtackle.