What brought me to consciousness was his fumbling with the lace on that blue muslin relict of a sentiment. The lace had got caught on his sleeve buttons.,
"Well, you needn't," expostulated Judith sagely. "You got it, didn't you?",
"Good-morning, doctor," she said, as he replaced his hat; "I suppose you have come to see my mother.".
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