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38 One greater than he comes and lets us free.

When will this great doctor come for me? I can't stick in here any more.

Shouldn't talk like that, my child.

No. I am here where they have left me I never move a bit. But when your gong goes off, dong, dong, dong, it goes to my heart. Say, Watchman?

Yes, my dear.

Say, what's going on there in that big house on the other side, where