Still, one never could tell. There were menacing possibilities; the thought of them set him a-tremble. And next morning she attired herself with especial care and neatness, found his address in the Directory at a post-office, and went to him. “Hospital? What for? What’s the matter with me?” Courtlaw’s voice sank to a whisper. It was one of the secret troubles of her mind, this grotesque twist her ideas would sometimes take, as though they rebelled and rioted.
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