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So this was what it was all about. He seemed to be hesitating between two courses of action. And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius through the mud. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. Montague Hill was taken for the millionaire once or twice, and I suppose it flattered his vanity. “We are the species,” said Miss Miniver, “men are only incidents. Even your family.
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