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When he had heard that I was ill he had turned as white as if sixteen ounces of blood had been taken out of him . It nearly broke me up to hear that , but Price , who was artful , only laughed and said : `` Men _ are _ such funny things , bless them ! To think of that fine young man , who is big enough to fell an ox and brave enough to face a lion , being scared to death because a little lady has a headache . '' All morning she was in and out of my room with similar stories , and towards noon she brought me a bunch of roses wet with the dew , saying that Tommy the Mate had sent them . `` Are you sure it was Tommy the Mate ? '' I asked , whereupon the sly thing , who was only waiting to tell the truth , though she pretended that I was forcing it out of her , admitted that the flowers were from Martin , and that he had told her not to say so . `` What 's he doing now ? ''