"Halloa, widow!" shouted a rough voice from below, "where the devil are you?" Mrs. Pearls too! I mean it. I was supposed to do the same, but I didn’t. Courtlaw sat with folded arms. She propped a pillow against his padded headboard and sat herself into a stiff upright position, legs expertly crossed.
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