—“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?”
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—“Soon now, a little longer. Can you sleep?
I’ll watch for you.”—“Sleep, is it? That’s ahead,
But none till then. Listen, I’ve bled too deep
To last out till the morning. I’ll be dead