Don’t say anything, she thought to herself, say nothing more, Martin. Don't strip me quite. The sky was dripping a wet, slow rain that had forced the city’s inhabitants into taxicabs and dingy cafeterias, the day wholly ruined for all except the insane schizophrenics and her. A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. She did her best to do this. The doctor expected her to seize upon the subtle inference that there was something furtive, even criminal, in the manner the patient set this obligation upon humanity at large, to look after him in the event of his death.
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