Each morning his inquiry was properly answered: the
patient was steadily improving, but none could say when he would be strong
enough to proceed upon his journey. He'll mend, I
hope. He would
pursue that little pastime on some other occasion. "I'll go to her directly," said Wood, bustling towards the door. A piece of old blanket was
fastened across her shoulders, and she had no other clothing except a petticoat. "
"You're agitating yourself unnecessarily, Joan," returned Wood, in a soothing
voice. ”
Courtlaw laid his hand upon Ennison’s shoulder. “I was trying to design a personal hovercraft. ’
She waved towards a handy table to one side which was piled high with so
many volumes, it looked in imminent danger of crashing to the floor.
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