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Grace listened in surprise to what Holder had to say. It seemed impossible to identify that meek old man with violence or bloodshed of any kind. Grace would not have been afraid of him even if he had come armed into her presence. He stood there now with his head hung down and his limbs trembling violently, for all the world like some child detected in some pretty fault. It occurred to Grace that Holder was rambling in his mind, and it would be far better to humor him. Besides, she was careful for her patient.
-"You had better go back home," she said. "Go home to bed, and I will see that no harm comes to you."