’ ‘What? But—’ ‘Precisely, Hilary. ” He mumbled, driving on. She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years. “Remember,” he said, “you are not by any means a dying man now, but you’ll never pull through if you don’t husband your strength. ” He plunged into one of his drawers, and brought up a small gold-foiled bottle. When he could find words, he tried by the most urgent solicitations to prevail upon the constable to let him out. Through her door curtain she could see the light from the study lamp. And all the third act is love-sick music.
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