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Ann Veronica wiped a scalpel, put a card over a watch-glass containing thin shreds of embryonic guinea-pig swimming in mauve stain, and dismantled her microscope. “There was a man called Montague Hill,” she said hoarsely, “but he is dead. The major might not indulge in this sort of flirtation in the ordinary way, but he had seen enough among his army colleagues to know just how to go about it. And, as he quitted the room, the poor widow fell with her face upon the floor. ‘As for your dagger—’ She held out her hand palm up, as if she expected him to give her the weapon.
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