Then he sat down on his bed
I did not want Merrick to
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Traffic barriers himself, like a man in a lighthouse. He read his books, and talked to me, but I wanted him to talk to more people. And I wanted him to talk to women.
Merrick read about women in his books, but he did not often talk to women. He met the nurses every day, but they did not talk to him very much. For them, he was always a creature, not a man.
One day, one of my friends, a beautiful
Fire hoses young woman,came to the hospital. I told her about Merrick, and took her to his room. She opened the door, and smiled at him.
‘Good morning, Mr Merrick, ’she said. Then she shook his hand.
Merrick looked at her for a minute with his mouth open. Then he sat down on his bed, with his head in his hand, and cried. He cried for nearly five
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Traffic barriers tears ran down his face, between his fingers, and onto the floor.
