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On the evening of December 27th, Esther noticed my pallid look and rasping voice.
She entreated me to see a doctor, and when I refused, brought one out to see me.
He advised immediate hospitalization.
I wouldn't hear of it because it meant giving up the `` line '', though I realized I was in poor shape physically.
Esther, mistaking my hesitation, assured me that the hospital expense would be taken care of by a leading merchant in Strasbourg whom she had already approached.

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