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rd shove with the heels of my hands and the clamp on my side closed。 John 's leg jerked and he gasped。 I had pinched him。
〃Sorry； John ；〃 I murmured； and glanced at Harry。 He had gotten his clamp fixed more easily （either the extension on his side was a little bigger or John 's right calf was a little smaller）； but he was looking at the result with a doubtful expression。 I guessed I could understand why； the modified clamps had a hungry look； their jaws seeming to gape like the mouths of alligators。
〃It'll be all right〃； I said； hoping that I sounded convincing 。。。 and that I was telling the truth。 〃Wipe your face； Harry。〃
He swabbed at it with his arm； wiping away tears from his cheeks and beads of sweat from his forehead。 We turned。 Homer Cribus； who had been talking too loudly to the man sitting next to him （the prosecutor； judging from the string tie and rusty black suit）； fell silent。 It was almost time。
Brutal had clamped one of John 's wrists； Dean the other。 Over Dean's shoulder I could see the doctor； unobtrusive as ever； standing against the wall with his black bag between his feet。 Nowadays I guess they just about run such affairs； especially the ones with the IV drips； but back then you almost had to yank them forward if you wanted them。 Maybe back then they had a clearer idea of what was right for a doctor to be doing； and what was a perversion of the special promise they make； the one where they swear first of all to do no harm。
