"His wife is still living," returned Kneebone, drily. “Anna,” he pleaded, “be merciful. Courtlaw. '" "No, we can't stand that," hiccupped Smith, scarcely able to keep his legs. Words were given with their original meaning, without their ramifications. A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. Sebastian had come to visit his old friend and former wife. "Without proper medical care, he would have been dead by morning. Just because she was sorry for that young fool! "Uh-huh," he repeated, rising and bowing as he passed Ruth's table. She tightened her bandage and sat back, biting her lip.
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