He was in the house with his mother. ‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to waste on that fellow’s wound. ‘Looks like it. I ought to stay the night through; but I'm late now for an operation at the hospital. Pottiswick had mentioned muttering. My poor Hoddy! I had to talk harshly, or break down and have hysterics.
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