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A Strange Greeting, a True Feeling Last week I was invited to a doctor’s meeting at the Ruth hospital for incurables. In one of the wards a patient, an old man, got up shakily from his bed and moved towards me. I could see that he hadn\'t long to 1 , but he came up to me and placed his right foot close mine on the floor.
“Frank£¡” I cried in astonishment. He couldn’t 2 , as I knew, but all the time 3 his foot against mine.
A Strange Greeting, a True Feeling Last week I was invited to a doctor’s meeting at the Ruth hospital for incurables. In one of the wards a patient, an old man, got up shakily from his bed and moved towards me. I could see that he hadn\'t long to 1 , but he came up to me and placed his right foot close mine on the floor.
“Frank£¡” I cried in astonishment. He couldn’t 2 , as I knew, but all the time 3 his foot against mine.