单选题
Last week I was invited to a doctor's meeting at the Ruth Hospital for incurables(无法治愈的病人). 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 live, but he came up to me and placed his fight foot close to mine on the floor. "Frank!" I cried in astonishment. He couldn't (36) , as I knew,but all the time (37) his foot against mine. My (38) raced back more than thirty years--to the (39) days of 1941, when I was a student in London. The (40) was an air-raid shelter(防空洞), in which I and about a hundred other people (41) every night. Two of the (42) were Mrs. West and her sun Frank. (43) wartime problems, we shelter-dwellers (避难者)got to (44) each other very well. Frank West (45) me because he wasn't (46) , not even at birth. His mother told me he was 37 then, but he had (47) of a mind than a baby has. His (48) consisted of rough sounds--sounds of pleasure or anger---and (49) more. Mrs. West, then about 75, was a strong, capable woman, (50) she had to be of course, because Frank (51) on her entirely. He needed all the (52) of a baby. One night a policeman came and told Mrs. West that her house had been (53) by a 500-pounder. She lost nearly everything she owned. When that sort of thing happened, the rest of us helped the unlucky ones. So before we separated that morning, I, stood beside Frank and (54) .my right foot against his. They were all about the same (55) . That night, then, I took a pair of shoes to the shelter for Frank. But as soon as he saw me he came running and placed his right foot against mine. After that, his greeting to me was always the Bathe.