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dred. He noticed as they walked along that she looked down
at his limb.
‘I’ve got a club-foot,’ he said. ‘Have you any objection?’
‘You are a cure,’ she laughed.
When he got home his bones were aching, and in his
head there was a hammering that made him nearly scream.
He took another whiskey and soda to steady himself, and
going to bed sank into a dreamless sleep till mid-day.

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