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? ? ? ? "Why what's the matter, Tom? I must call auntie."

? ? ? ? "No- never mind. It'll be over by and by, maybe. Don't call anybody."

? ? ? ? "But I must! Don't groan so, Tom, it's awful. How long you been this way?"

? ? ? ? "Hours. Ouch! O don't stir so, Sid, you'll kill me."

? ? ? ? "Tom, why didn't you wake me sooner? O, Tom, don't! It makes my flesh crawl to hear you. Tom, what is the matter?"

? ? ? ? "I forgive you everything, Sid. [Groan.] Everything you've ever done to me. When I'm gone-"

? ? ? ? "O, Tom, you ain't dying, are you? Don't, Tom- O, don't. Maybe-"

? ? ? ? "I forgive everybody, Sid. [Groan.] Tell 'em so, Sid. And Sid, you give my window-sash and my cat with one eye to that new girl that's come to town, and tell her-"

? ? ? ? But Sid had snatched his clothes and gone. Tom was suffering in reality, now, so handsomely was his imagination working, and so his groans had gathered quite a genuine tone.


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