Hadn’t they settled that already? “I want you as a friend,” he persisted, almost as if he disputed something. He was in front of one of the more imposing of the cafés chantants—opposite, illuminated with a whole row of lights, was the wonderful poster which had helped to make ‘Alcide’ famous. I mean to have you! Don’t frown me off now. “Hospital? What for? What’s the matter with me?” Courtlaw’s voice sank to a whisper. Her aunt was blandly amiable above a certain tremulous undertow, and talked as if to a caller about the alarming spread of marigolds that summer at the end of the garden, a sort of Yellow Peril to all the smaller hardy annuals, while her father brought some papers to table and presented himself as preoccupied with them. I was the last on board.
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