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``Inaminute，’’saidtheHarvestergently。Butthefeveredwomanwouldnotwait。Shedrankthecoolingliquiduntilshecouldtakenomore。Thenshewatchedhimfillasmallpitcherandpackitinapartoftheiceandlaysomefruitaroundit。
``Who，Ruth？’’shepanted。
``AMedicineManwhoheardaboutyou。’’
``WhatwillHenrysay？’’