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He saw the flames burst from the windows, and perhaps in that maddening spectacle suffered torture equivalent to some of the crimes he had committed. Hill again—alive. And mind he doesn't stir out of your sight, on any pretence whatever, till I call. I am sure he would go with you. “We are so interested to hear, Miss Pellissier,” she said, “that you have been living in Paris. “Well,” she said, “good-night, father. CHAPTER XII. I'll dig it up. Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved.
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