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“I never saw Courtlaw with her—never heard her speak of him. It was long and narrow, with a ceiling supported by huge uncovered rafters, and so low as scarcely to allow a tall man like himself to stand erect beneath it. The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom. Sheila’s boys hadn’t been much help when they were around the house, anyway, they were more partial to lolling around on couches and running around with their girls. At second hand it would be unendurable. Her eyes seemed to be looking backwards. The doctor drew out the contents hopefully. While waiting for his coming she had stated her present and future relations with him with what had seemed to her the most satisfactory lucidity and completeness. The poor boy, wanting his empty coat! The incident, however, caused her to review the recent events. The poor fellow's half smothered. More strange stories were told of it than of any other house in London.
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