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THE ROUSING OF MR. BRADEGAR

about anything else, when, as a matter of fact, everything, mind, body, and estate were gone.
Yes, everything: for he now realized that not only was he helplessly paralyzed and his sight blurred but his mind was rapidly going. That was it-the brain hemorrhage must be spreading rapidly. He couldn't think now of what he'd last been thinking, only a moment agol What was that thing he meant to ask old sick men about? Something to do with what they felt when they were ill. Oh, well, it didn't matter. What would he be wanting to do, bothering old wrecks about what they felt or didn't feel! His mind was so light and gay that he couldn't keep it more than a moment on anything. And that, too, he found rather fun. Still, as things ran through his mind, it was jolly just to run after them, as it were. To keep track of the carnival, he began to talk aloud to himself as a sort of comment on his thoughts. Evidently his speech was left, or at least it seemed so.
But, before he'd time to check up on that, his voice was joined by another, or rather was collided into by it. "Don't keep on murmuring to yourself like that," it said.
He stopped and listened. Another sound broke on his ear. It was a sort of breathless howl. A breathless howl? Why, of course, that was a yawn! Someone was in the room and was waking up. Mr. Bradegar raised his head-so that, too, wasn't paralyzed. And that movement discovered something else for him-his eyes hadn't suddenly failed; fact was, they were as fresh as his mind. He laughed. He'd fancied he was going blind because his nose almost had been touching the raised wooden sidepiece of the bed head-that silly boy's bed in which he was still made to sleep though he was far too big

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