Please sit down, Miss —dear me, I haven’t asked you your name yet. ” “Do you mean,” Courtlaw asked, “that from now to the end of the six months you do not wish to see us—any of us?” Her eyes were a little dim again. Diane spooned warm apple-rhubarb pie onto the girl’s plates, topping each with scoops of ice cream. She reminded him sometimes of the one holy and ineffable Madonna, at others of Berode, the great courtezan of her day, who had sent kings away from her doors, and had just announced her intention of ending her life in a convent. "Won't you sit down?" "I beg your pardon! Come into the consultation office"; and the doctor led the way.
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