`` I dare say , if your head is strong enough . This sunstroke , you know , is what upset you , and your brain needs rest , the doctor says . '' `` I 'll have a talk with the old fellow next time he comes , and find out just what I may do ; then I shall know where I am . What a fool I was that day to be stewing my brains and letting the sun glare on my book till the letters danced before me ! I see 'em now when I shut my eyes ; black balls bobbing round , and stars and all sorts of queer things . Wonder if all blind people do ? '' `` Do n't think about them ; I 'll go on reading , shall I ? We shall come to the exciting part soon , and then you 'll forget all this , '' suggested Rose . `` No , I never shall forget . Hang the old ` Revolution ' ! I do n't want to hear another word of it . My head aches , and I 'm hot . Oh , would n't I like to go for a pull in the ` Stormy Petrel ! '' ' and poor Mac tossed about as if he did not know what to do with himself . `` Let me sing , and perhaps you 'll drop off ; then the day will seem shorter , '' said Rose , taking up a fan and sitting down beside him . `` Perhaps I shall ; I did n't sleep much last night , and when I did I dreamed like fun . See here , you tell the people that I know , and it 's all right , and I do n't want them to talk about it or howl over me . That 's all ; now drone away , and I 'll try to sleep . Wish I could for a year , and wake up cured . '' `` Oh , I wish , I wish you could ! ''
Rose said it so fervently that XXXXX was moved to grope for her apron and hold on to a corner of it , as if it was comfortable to feel her near him .
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