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So next day, at seven o'clock, carne to the shop in a cab. In November it is dark at seven o'clock in the morning, and could not see the shop very well.

Then the door of the shop opened, and the creature, Merrick, carne out. I could not see his face or his body. (1)

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'Good morning, Mr Merrick,' said. For a minute he stood by the door of the cab and said nothing. Then he hit the cab with his stick. 'STEPS!' he said loudly. 'Help me up the steps!

I took his left hand and began to help him. 'Hello, sir. Can help you?'

I looked behind me. It was the postman. The postman took Merrick’s left hand, and 1 helped him with two hands from behind. Slowly, very slowly, Merrick went up the steps and into the cab. (2)

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The cab drove clown the road to the hospital.

He was very quiet for a minute. Then he said, 'Who are you, sir?'

'Who am I? Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Dr Treves.

I gave him a card with my name on. Then I thought, 'That was no good. This man can't read.' But Merrick took the card and looked at it very carefully. Then he put it in his trousers pocket. (3)

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Did not talk to him very much at the hospital. I looked at his head and arms and legs and body very carefully. Then I wrote the important things about him in a little book. A nurse helped me. (4)

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In London, the police put him in prison. But then they saw Dr Treves's card, and brought Merrick to the London Hospital. (9)

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At four o'clock I took him back to the shop in a cab. The next day looked in the shop window again, but the picture was not there. (5)

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But he could not stay at the hospital. He was not ill, and of course the beds in the hospital are for ill people. We have no beds for hungry people, or ugly people. (7)

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A LETTER TO 'THE TIMES’ https://drive.google.com/file/d/1v2CsLvJu6U_-5UIMuL5YZHgtDgHw8qSz/view?usp=sharing

I did not see Merrick again for two years. Then, one day, the police found him. He had my card in his hand, so they brought him to the London Hospital. (6)

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I told the Hospital Chairman, Mr Carr Gomm, about Merrick. He listened carefully, and then he wrote a letter to the editor of The Times newspaper.

From The Times, December 4th, 1886 A Letter to the Editor (8)

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The readers of The Times are very kind people. They, gave us a lot of money. After one week , we had $ 50,000, so Merrick could live in the hospital for all his life. We could give him a home. (14)

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This man has no money, and he cannot work. His face and body are very, very ugly, so of course many people are afraid of him. But he is a very interesting man. (10)

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Sometimes he makes things with his hands and gives them to the nurses. (12)

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He remembers his mother, and he has a picture of her. She was beautiful and kind, he says. But he never sees her now. She gave him to Silcock a long time ago. (11)

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Can the readers of The Times help us? This man is not ill, but he

needs a home. We can give him a room at the hospital, but we need

some money. Please write to me at the London Hospital.

Yours faithfully,

F.C.Carr Gomm

Chairman of the London Hospital. (13)