" Mrs. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. When he came to a certain sentence in Brendon’s letter he stopped short and looked up at her. Courtlaw, who was sitting by the bedside, bent over him. . ” “How much do you owe them?” She knew forty pounds was a quite impossible sum for their neighbors. ‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged. A dreamy sense of content crept over him. ” He shook her diminutive hand.
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