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48 I don't know; the doctor won't let me out.

Ah me! Don't then! Should listen to the doctor. People'll be cross with you if you're naughty. I know, always looking out and watching must make you feel tired. Let me close the window a bit for you.

No, don't, only this one's open! All the others are shut. But will you tell me who you are? Don't seem to know you.

I am Sudha.

What Sudha?