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Chapter 22

           Iwasgoingtosuggestthatshehadneverexperiencedchildbirth"

           "You’reafool,"Gagesaid."She’safteryourscalp."

           "Shehasmyscalp,"Isaid."She’slostmemyleaveandshemighttryandgetmecourt-martialled.She’smeanenough."

           "Sheneverlikedyou,"Gagesaid."What’sitabout?"

           "ShesaysI’vedrunkmyselfintojaundicesoasnottogobacktothefront."

           "Pooh,"saidGage."I’llswearyou’venevertakenadrink.Everybodywillswearyou’venevertakenadrink."

           "Shefoundthebottles."

           "I’vetoldyouahundredtimestoclearoutthosebottles.Wherearetheynow?"

           "Inthearmoire."

           "Haveyouasuitcase?"

           "No.Puttheminthatrucksack."

           MissGagepackedthebottlesintherucksack."I’llgivethemtotheporter,"shesaid.Shestartedforthedoor.

           "Justaminute,"MissVanCampensaid."I’lltakethosebottles."Shehadtheporterwithher."Carrythem,please,"shesaid."IwanttoshowthemtothedoctorwhenImakemyreport."

           Shewentdownthehall.Theportercarriedthesack.Heknewwhatwasinit.

           NothinghappenedexceptthatIlostmyleave.

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