” “The only Montague Hill I ever knew,” Annabel said slowly, “is dead. After he had eaten dinner with Ruth, he had gone to McClintock's; and he had heard music such as he had heard only in the great concert halls. ” His chief successes he exhibited to the Lowndean Microscopical Society, where their high technical merit never failed to excite admiration. He was just getting cross about your being late for dinner—you know his way—when it came.
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