The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. “Perhaps for myself I do not mind, but this man is sure to find out some day, and he will not like having been deceived. “What of her? Have you quarrelled with her?” The girl shook her head.
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