“Wife of the old fellow that married his trained nurse?” Mr. Tutt gave a fervid start of surprise. “What!” he ejaculated. “Really?” “Don’t you recall the case? ‘Nurse Spearman’—and all that? It was in the papers,” Tutt reminded him. “He got out of bed when he had the pneumonia or something and beat it over to Jersey and married her before a J. P. without telling even his own daughter. That was about three years ago. He was seventy-two; she was forty-seven. He’d be over seventy-five now, and she’d be fifty.” “She wo…
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