Chapter XXIX MONTAGUE HILL PLAYS THE GAME The man opened his eyes and looked curiously about him. Figg! In a few minutes, all will be over. She had begun alone. ‘Gérard will think that I have gone back to London. Her place was not filled; she had been simply noted as absent, and she did a comforting day of admirable dissection upon the tortoise. She was herself conscious of a recklessness of spirits almost hysterical. Wood, you shan't lord it over me, I can promise you. “I have to go out. . As soon as dinner was over she went into the kitchen and devoted herself to compiling a tray—not a tray merely of halfcooled dinner things, but a specially prepared “nice” tray, suitable for tempting any one.
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