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"Dona, are you awake? Donakins I say, old sport, do stir yourself and blink an eye What a dormouse you are D'you want shaking? Rouse up, you old bluebottle, can't you?" "I've been awake since five o'clock, and it's no use thumping me in the back," grunted an injured voice from the next bed. "It's too early yet to get up, and I wish you'd leave me alone."
