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"
I
have
no
objection
to
your
nursing
him
.
"
Her
voice
was
cold
and
distant
.
"
But
he
’
ll
die
.
"
"
Let
him
.
"
Stroeve
gave
a
little
gasp
.
He
wiped
his
face
.
He
turned
to
me
for
support
,
but
I
did
not
know
what
to
say
.
"
He
’
s
a
great
artist
.
"
"
What
do
I
care
?
I
hate
him
.
"
"
Oh
,
my
love
,
my
precious
,
you
don
’
t
mean
that
.
I
beseech
you
to
let
me
bring
him
here
.
We
can
make
him
comfortable
.
Perhaps
we
can
save
him
.
He
shall
be
no
trouble
to
you
.
I
will
do
everything
.
We
’
ll
make
him
up
a
bed
in
the
studio
.
We
can
’
t
let
him
die
like
a
dog
.
It
would
be
inhuman
.
"
"
Why
can
’
t
he
go
to
a
hospital
?
"
