The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. “Hospital? What for? What’s the matter with me?” Courtlaw’s voice sank to a whisper. The intoxicating sense of novelty had given place to a more business-like mood. Oh, and weeks and months of thought and feeling there are bottled up too. I thought I’d see Paris, do the thing—like a toff. ‘Beg pardon, sir?’ asked the sergeant, evidently mystified.
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