“Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. " So saying, he closed the lantern. Maggot. “David Courtlaw!” she repeated. Instead, he could not get beyond these minor details—why she wore the dress, whence she had come, and whither she was bound.
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