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Not a word was uttered for some time, nor any sound heard except the stilled sobs of the unfortunate mother. It isn’t sentiment but it’s horse sense. “Hospital? What for? What’s the matter with me?” Courtlaw’s voice sank to a whisper. Melusine turned to look at the walls, and saw, immediately opposite, set between two candelabra above a marquetry side table, a gilded mirror. " "A short man, isn't he, about your height, Sir,—with a yellow beard, and a face as sly as a fox's?" "Hem!" replied Wood, coughing slightly to conceal a smile; "the description's not amiss.
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