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The
nurse
entered
.
"
Hello
,
"
she
said
.
"
Have
you
been
good
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
The
old
man
’
s
voice
was
mechanical
.
He
could
hardly
see
.
The
shock
of
a
simple
rap
on
the
door
was
such
that
part
of
him
was
still
in
another
city
,
far
removed
.
He
waited
for
his
mind
to
rush
home
—
it
must
be
here
to
answer
questions
,
act
sane
,
be
polite
.
"
I
’
ve
come
to
check
your
pulse
.
"
"
Not
now
!
"
said
the
old
man
.
"
You
’
re
not
going
anywhere
,
are
you
?
"
She
smiled
.
He
looked
at
the
nurse
steadily
.
He
hadn
’
t
been
anywhere
in
ten
years
.
"
Give
me
your
wrist
.
"
Her
fingers
,
hard
and
precise
,
searched
for
the
sickness
in
his
pulse
like
a
pair
of
calipers
.
"
What
’
ve
you
been
doing
to
excite
yourself
?
"
she
demanded
.
