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THE SWAP

thing! Thank heaven, he had kept his own teeth-all but a little bridgework-"the bridge of sighs," he called it jokingly to himself, for sometimes he could hear his breath whistle through it. But, of course, that was just what he hadn't done. He'd lost his own carefully tended body and was now shut up in this dilapidated makeshift. He swallowed with fearfear of having to make an inventory that might disclose heaven-knew-what lapses, lesions, and disgusts. The swallow was not a success. Hell! had one to learn how someone else does everything? He began to cough. Swollen tonsils had given him that choke. Mather had evidently never taken proper care of his body. He began to sneeze. The nose wa:I apparently as neglected as the throat. He snatched for a handkerchief. It was certainly in keeping with all the rest. But there was no choice.
Shaken by the sneezing, that confounded huge dental plate nearly flew out of his mouth. He was so disgustedly vexed that he almost let it slip out. He felt he wanted to stamp on it to express his revulsion. The thought that there was someone to protest against brought him to his outer senses again. Yes, there he was-his real self, sitting in front of him. He could no longer see his old body-dear, delightful, most precious of all objects-clearly, for it had retreated. The stool on which it was still seated was now pushed back still farther. Of course, he couldn't see as clearly as he was used to seeing. He remembered that Mather, like most pettifogging, hairsplitting, overaccurate persons, was nearsighted. His own body, it was clear, however, wasn't being pushed about yet. That was a relief. Mather-after that first explosioi;

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