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even at the turning of the tide.
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For after I saw him
fumble with the sheets...
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and play with flowers and
smile upon his finger's ends,
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I knew there was
but one way.
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For his nose
was as sharp as a pen,
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and he babbled of green fields.
:32:28
"How now, Sir John," quoth I.
:32:30
"What, man?
Be of good cheer."
:32:34
So he cried out,
"God, God,
:32:39
God,"
:32:42
Three or four times.
:32:48
Now I, to comfort him, bid him
he should not think of God.
:32:52
I hoped there was no need to trouble himself
with any such thoughts yet.
:33:00
He bade me put
more clothes on his feet.
:33:03
I put my hand under the bed
and felt them,
:33:10
and they were as cold
as any stone.
:33:16
Then I felt to his knees,
:33:20
and so upward... and upward,
:33:29
and all was as...
:33:32
cold as any stone.
:33:42
They say he cried out for sack.
[Laughs] That he did.
:33:45
And of women.
No, that he did not.
:33:47
[Boy]
Yeah, that he did.
:33:49
He said they were...
devils incarnate.
:33:52
He could never abide carnation.
It was a color he never liked.
:33:57
He said once the devil
would have him about women.
:33:59
Well, he did in some sort...
handle women.