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Arthur
raised
his
eyebrows
.
He
had
not
giyen
Mark
credit
for
such
insight
.
But
it
made
it
all
the
worse
,
to
see
a
mind
with
a
spark
of
intelligence
wasted
on
mindless
work
.
Arthur
shook
his
head
and
strolled
off
to
see
his
patients
.
He
knew
Mr
.
Torvald
was
dying
.
He
went
into
the
old
man
’
s
room
and
sat
beside
his
bed
,
as
he
had
done
every
night
for
the
past
week
.
Mr
.
Torvald
talked
of
his
youth
in
the
old
country
,
of
coming
to
America
and
settling
on
the
land
in
Ohio
.
Blinking
his
rheumy
,
heavy
-
lidded
eyes
,
he
said
wearily
,
"
I
am
an
old
man
.
I
talk
too
much
.
"
"
Not
at
all
,
sir
,
"
Arthur
said
.
"
I
have
always
believed
that
older
people
,
who
are
wiser
and
have
had
much
experience
,
should
be
listened
to
.
Your
knowledge
,
which
cannot
be
written
down
in
books
,
should
be
passed
on
to
the
young
.
"
Mr
.
Torvald
smiled
.
"
You
’
re
a
good
boy
.
"
"
Are
you
in
much
pain
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
believe
in
complaining
.
I
’
ve
lived
a
good
life
.
I
’
m
ready
to
die
now
.
"
Arthur
put
his
hand
on
the
withered
arm
.
"
You
are
dying
very
gracefully
,
"
he
said
,
"
with
great
dignity
.
I
would
have
been
proud
to
have
you
for
a
father
.
"
.
Mr
.
Torvald
coughed
and
pointed
to
his
empty
water
pitcher
.
Arthur
went
out
to
fill
it
,
and
when
he
came
back
,
he
saw
Mr
.
Torvald
staring
upward
blankly
.
Arthur
stood
there
silently
for
a
moment
,
gazing
at
the
serene
old
face
.
Then
he
brushed
the
hair
out
of
the
eyes
and
closed
them
.
