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Chapter 13

           "TheItaliansputitunderthearm,"Isaid.

           "Don’ttalk."

           Whenshetookthethermometeroutshereaditandthenshookit.

           "What’sthetemperature?"

           "You’renotsupposedtoknowthat."

           "Tellmewhatitis."

           "It’salmostnormal."

           "Ineverhaveanyfever.Mylegsarefullofoldirontoo."

           "Whatdoyoumean?"

           "They’refulloftrench-mortarfragments,oldscrewsandbedspringsandthings."

           Sheshookherheadandsmiled.

           "Ifyouhadanyforeignbodiesinyourlegstheywouldsetupaninflammationandyou’dhavefever."

           "Allright,"Isaid."We’llseewhatcomesout."

           Shewentoutoftheroomandcamebackwiththeoldnurseoftheearlymorning.Togethertheymadethebedwithmeinit.Thatwasnewtomeandanadmirableproceeding.

           "Whoisinchargehere?"

           "MissVanCampen."

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