Courtlaw, who was sitting by the bedside, bent over him. ‘Are you going to come quietly, mademoiselle?’ he demanded with grim determination. Her voice shook, her eyes were very soft and melting. "A doctor? What he needs is a good jolt of aromatic spirits of ammonia. " "I'd rather lie here for ever, than be indebted to you for my freedom," returned Thames. “It does not appear to me,” he said, stiffly, “to be an affair for jests. ” He faced her doggedly.
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