The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. Her life hangs upon a thread, and this may snap it. You see—I didn’t understand. . G. But not today. The flat was apparently empty. The Becks were the best foster family that she had ever had. The doctor and another man were by his bedside when they entered the room, and there were writing materials which had evidently been used close at hand.
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