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He groped towards the sound. “What, brother, brother,
Who groaned?”—“I’m hit. I’m finished. Let me be.”
—“Put out your hand, then. Reach me. No, the other.”
—“Don’t touch. Fool! Damn you. Leave me.”—“I can’t see.
Where are you?” Then more groans. “They’ve done for me.
I’ve no hands. Don’t come near me. No, but stay,
Don’t leave me ... oh my God! Is it near day?”