He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. But the morning brought courage again, and those first intimations of horror vanished completely from her mind. "I'll tell you why," he said. ’ Then memory hit and he stared at his friend. Martha was quite right. She's headed for America. He was way out of her league and it was downright odd that he had obliged himself to talk to her, let alone walk her home. "How is the patient?" he asked. Without her, it was lonely.
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