” “The only Montague Hill I ever knew,” Annabel said slowly, “is dead. Gay," he added, turning to the poet. People of your sort—I don’t want the instincts to—to rush our situation. It was she—— Anna’s nerves were not easily shaken, but she found herself suddenly clutching at the table for support. In a side-glance—for the floor was variously encumbered with overturned objects—he saw one of his paper weights, a coloured glass ball such as McClintock used in trade.
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