It was nearly one o’clock; but there were lights still in all her windows. I hate what I have to do to survive. Besides, the sun had gone in and it looked like rain. A dry cough's the trumpeter of death. “Hospital? What for? What’s the matter with me?” Courtlaw’s voice sank to a whisper. “You will have some tea?” she asked.
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