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A nurse came hurrying up. The doctor smoked his pipe thoughtfully. I put my foot down like—like adamant. I don’t care! I’m glad I did. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. I had two slices. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise.
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