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 I want to die jist as I am," She sez, "Now, Bill, 'ave sense. This 'as to go on while it's 'ot." I groans, "I've no defence." An' so she 'as 'er way wiv me. An', tho' I'm suff'rin' bad, I couldn't 'elp but noticin' the gentle touch she 'ad.

That ev'nin', when the doctor come, sez 'e, "Ah! 'Urtin' much? Where is the trouble?" I sez, "Where you ain't allowed to touch!" 'E mauls an' prods me while I 'owls to beat the bloomin' band. Gawbli'me! I'd 'a' cracked 'im if I'd strengh to lift me 'and. "Discribe yer symtims now," sez 'e. I fills meself wiv wind, An' slung 'im out a catalog while 'e jist stood an' grinned.

"Ar, har!" 'e sez. "Sciatiker! Oh, we'll soon 'ave yer well." "Sciatiker?" sez I. "Yer sure yeh don't mean Jumpin' 'Ell? It ain't no privit devil with a little jagged knife?" "Tut, tut," 'e grins. "You'll soon be right. I leaves yeh to yer wife."