v stump of a leg. Say, Doc, bury that foot, won’t you? I don’t like to think about it. I can still YES, I’ll take the medicine, if feel the saw buzzing, or maybe it’s in you’ll put it in a glass of my head. Burned, wasn’t it? That whisky, Doe — no, fill up the foot, I mean. Burned all over, ain’t…
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