Krindlesyke by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson
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page 168 of 186 (90%)
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Bell! What has happened, woman? Are you hurt?
Oh, but your brow is bleeding! BELL: Iâd an inkling There must be blood somewhere: I seemed to smell it. JUDITH: But what has happened, Bell? Donât say âtwas Jim! BELL: Nay ... nay ... it wasnât Jim ... I stumbled, Judith: And, seemingly, I cracked my cruntle a bit-- Itâs Jill fell down, and cracked her crown, this journey. I smelt the blood ... but, itâs not there, the pain ... Itâs in my side ... I must have dunched my side Against a stone in falling ... I could fancy A rib or soâs gone smash. JUDITH (_putting an arm about her and helping her to rise_): Come and lie down, And Iâll see what ... BELL: Nay: but Iâll not lie down: Iâm not that bad ... and, anyhow, I swore Iâd not lie down again at Krindlesyke. If I lay down, the walls would close on me, And scrunch the life out ... But Iâm havering-- Craitching and craking like a doitered crone. |
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