“No, no, no. This was number 13, Montague Street, familiarly spoken of in the neighbourhood as “White’s. ” She pointed to the envelope still resting upon the mantelpiece. This was just what he needed. On the way home he was still thoughtful. ‘Yes, that is reasonable. One day she awoke and he was cavorting about underneath the covers. “This life is killing me! Oh, it is dull, dull, dull!” Suddenly an idea seemed to strike her.
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