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Single pearls— Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them. His light brown hair was almost crew cut short. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. “There was a man called Montague Hill,” she said hoarsely, “but he is dead.
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