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           Heswallowedandwaitedforhertosaysomething,butshewouldn’t;herskill,herfantasticmechanicalpowerfloodedbackintoher,analyzingthesituationandreportingtoherthatallshehadtodowaskeepquiet.

           "Theym-m-mademe!Please,M-MissRatched,theymay-may-MAY-!"

           Shecheckedherbeam,andBilly’sfacepitcheddownward,sobbingwithrelief.Sheputahandonhisneckanddrewhischeektoherstarchedbreast,strokinghisshoulderwhilesheturnedaslow,contemptuouslookacrossthebunchofus.

           "It’sallright,Billy.It’sallright.Nooneelseisgoingtoharmyou.It’sallright.I’llexplaintoyourmother."

           Shecontinuedtoglareatusasshespoke.Itwasstrangetohearthatvoice,softandsoothingandwarmasapillow,comingoutofafacehardasporcelain.

           "Allright,Billy.Comealongwithme.Youcanwaitoverhereinthedoctor’soffice.There’snoreasonforyoutobesubmittedtosittingoutinthedayroomwiththese...friendsofyours."

           Sheledhimintotheoffice,strokinghisbowedheadandsaying,"Poorboy,poorlittleboy,"whilewefadedbackdownthehallsilentlyandsatdowninthedayroomwithoutlookingatoneanotherorspeaking.McMurphywasthelastonetotakeaseat.

           TheChronicsacrossthewayhadstoppedmillingaroundandweresettlingintotheirslots.IlookedatMcMurphyoutofthecornerofmyeye,tryingnottobeobviousaboutit.Hewasinhischairinthecorner,restingasecondbeforehecameoutforthenextround—inalonglineofnextrounds.