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Stanley, standing on the hearthrug with his back to the unlit gas-fire. The latter gentleman did full justice to the good things before him; but he drank sparingly, and was visibly annoyed by his companion's intemperance. “The surgeon’s knife is surely a kindly weapon,” she declared. ‘Still—here? Wasting your—time. Montague Hill is. There was granite in her face and agate in her eyes. “You look more like your old self when you smile,” he remarked. ‘Imbecile. So I've grown hard—outside. “You might at least,” she murmured, “have invented a more romantic reason. At this moment, a door was opened below; lights gleamed on the walls; and the figures of Rowland and Sir Cecil were distinguished at the foot of the stairs. He wore a black tail coat buttoned tightly over his chest, and a large diamond pin sparkled in a white satin tie which had seen better days.
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