Eduard Manet Bouquet Of Violets

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Will was still lying on the stones, utterly spent. All he could see was the man's shape, crouching above him, but he couldn't see his face. The man was reaching sideways for something, and after a few moments a marvelous soothing coolness spread into his hand from the stumps of his fingers as the man massaged a salve into his skin.
"What are was secure, the man slumped sideways and lay down himself. Will, still bemused by the blessed cool numbness in his hand, tried to sit up and look at him. But it was darker than ever. He felt forward with his right hand and found himself touching the man's chest, where the heart was beating like a bird against the bars of a cage.
"Yes," the man said hoarsely. "Try and cure that, go on."
"Are you ill?"you doing?" Will said."Curing your wound. Keep still.""Who are you?""I'm the only man who knows what the knife is for. Hold your hand up like that. Don't move."The wind was beating more wildly than ever, and a drop or two of rain splashed onto Will's face. He was trembling violently, but he propped up his left hand with his right while the man spread more ointment over the stumps and wound a strip of linen tightly around the hand.And as soon as the dressing