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But he reckoned without his host. “Good, I’m so glad, Lucy. Sheppard heaved a deep sigh, and opened her eyes, which now looked larger, blacker, and more melancholy than ever. She listened with dumb fear in her eyes. She wet some absorbent cotton with alcohol and refreshed his face and neck. I need a white man, if only to talk to; and it will be a god send to talk to someone of your intelligence. What would happen when next morning she returned to Morningside Park? He couldn’t turn her out of doors. I am going to help take care of him," said Ruth, quite ordinarily, as though taking care of unknown derelicts was an ordinary event in her life.
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