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What a state I am in! Before he came, nothing mattered; I felt so free. But now that he has come, goodness knows from where, my heart is filled with his dear self, and my home will be no home to me when he leaves. Doctor, do you think he—

If there's life in his fate, then he will live long. But what the medical scriptures say, it seems—

Great heavens, what? Rh