‘Gérard—’ ‘What now?’ he asked, rife with suspicion. You will do as I say, or—’ ‘Hoy!’ called Trodger from down the hall. She took refuge in beating her pillow and inventing insulting epithets for herself. I suppose I believe in God. While the girl kept the patient from dwelling upon his misfortunes, whatever these were, he himself would have to keep the girl from brooding over hers.
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