. “Hospital? What for? What’s the matter with me?” Courtlaw’s voice sank to a whisper. Suddenly Anna felt her hand seized and imprisoned in Courtlaw’s burning fingers. Mr. ‘Go on up to the boy, my dear. One doesn’t want to lose a grain. I am carrying back a hundred new books and forty new records for the piano-player.
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