"Then
the boy saw all—Since he was old enough to know, big boy Doing a man's
work, though a child at heart—He saw all spoiled. 'Don't let him cut my
hand off The doctor, when he comes. Don't let him, sister!' So. But the
hand was gone already. The doctor put him in the dark of ether. He lay
and puffed his lips out with his breath. And then—the watcher at his
pulse took fright. No one believed. They listened at his heart. Little—less—nothing!—and that ended it. No more to build on there. And
they, since they Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs."
- Excerpt from "Out, Out" by Robert Frost
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