“All right here!”
“Well then up she goes!” ...
“And now we’re off....”
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“Hey, don’t shake the thing so much when you walk!”
“Oh rats! Hell of a lot this bird cares whether there’s springs on his hearse!” ...
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I lay there inert....
I could feel the pressure and the scrape of the canvas on my head, and legs and arms.... The litter went along jostling me.... I could see everything, clearly ... the flickering of the torches there, and the gleaming of the candles at the points of the three crossed lances....