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"NOW help me lift him on to the other bed, where he will be more comfortable, Eric. " And Sister Martin directed the lad how to hold the patient, and he carefully followed her directions, so as not to disturb the sick man more than was necessary.
"Now the medicine. You can give him that, Eric, if I pour it out. " And the bottle was carried to where there was a little more light, for only a few stray beams could penetrate the gloom here.