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Krindlesyke by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson
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Bell! What has happened, woman? Are you hurt?
Oh, but your brow is bleeding!

BELL:
I’d an inkling
There must be blood somewhere: I seemed to smell it.

JUDITH:
But what has happened, Bell? Don’t say ’twas Jim!

BELL:
Nay ... nay ... it wasn’t Jim ... I stumbled, Judith:
And, seemingly, I cracked my cruntle a bit--
It’s Jill fell down, and cracked her crown, this journey.
I smelt the blood ... but, it’s not there, the pain ...
It’s in my side ... I must have dunched my side
Against a stone in falling ... I could fancy
A rib or so’s gone smash.

JUDITH (_putting an arm about her and helping her to rise_):
Come and lie down,
And I’ll see what ...

BELL:
Nay: but I’ll not lie down:
I’m not that bad ... and, anyhow, I swore
I’d not lie down again at Krindlesyke.
If I lay down, the walls would close on me,
And scrunch the life out ... But I’m havering--
Craitching and craking like a doitered crone.
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