A hollow plunge, echoed and re-echoed by the walls, marked his descent into the water. Montague Hill was taken for the millionaire once or twice, and I suppose it flattered his vanity. She turned there, clasped her hands behind her back and put up her chin. Won’t you let me—can’t I be of any assistance?” He was obviously in earnest. Sir John waved her back.
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