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She was on her knees beside me, bathing my battered face, talking all the while in a soft voice that I thought wonderfully sweet to hear.
"Poor boy! " she was saying, over and over again, "poor boy! " And after she had said it, perhaps a dozen times, I opened my eyes and looked at her.