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MRS. MAY still stood at the cottage door, and the keeper, warned by the light, called from a little distance. "Here we are, Mrs. May," he said, as cheerfully as might be. "He's all right -- just had a little accident, that's all. So I'm carryin' him. Don't be frightened; get a little water -- I think he's got a bit of a cut on the head. But it's nothing to fluster about.". And so assuring and protesting, Bob brought the old man in.
The woman saw the staring grey face and the blood. "O-o-o -- my God!" she quavered, stricken sick and pale. "He's -- he's -- "