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Brownsmith’s Boy

CHAPTER SEVEN
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Now, then, what are you going to do--lie still here and be nursed by Mr Brownsmith's maid, or get up and bear it like a man--try the fresh air ?" "I'm going to get up, sir," I said quickly; and throwing my legs off the sofa I stood up; but I had to stretch out my arms, for the room-walls seemed to run by me, the floor to rise up, and I should have fallen if the doctor had not taken my arm, giving me such pain that I cried out, and the giddiness passed off, but only came back with more intensity.
He pressed me back gently and laid me upon the sofa.
"Where did I hurt you, my boy ?" he said.
"My shoulder," I replied faintly.
"Ah! another injury!" he exclaimed.

"I did not know of this.

Tendon a bit wrenched," he muttered as he felt me firmly but gently, giving me a good deal of pain, which I tried hard to bear without showing it, though the twitching of my face betrayed me.

"You had better lie still a little while, my man.

You'll soon be better." I obeyed his orders very willingly and lay still in a good deal of pain; but I must soon have dropped off asleep for a while, waking to find it growing dusk.


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