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Susan, as she told her troubles for another's healing, thought of them as past and gone. There was a fresh sorrow at her door. She asked for an afternoon's holiday, got it, and went away. She came back, ashy and shaken.
"Marse Robert," she told him, soon as he and Frances came in the hall door, "Ise gwine leab yuh."
They stood too astonished for speech.
"Ise gwine leab yuh!" The old woman steadied herself against the frame of the library door. "Bill—he's come back!"
"He has!" said the professor testily.
"An' he's sick, an' he's got no home."
"And you feel yourself called on to take care of him?"