“There was a man called Montague Hill,” she said hoarsely, “but he is dead. He murmured his delight, and joined the bridge party, where he played with less than his accustomed skill. She was perplexed by this, and stood for some seconds in the empty street hesitating, until the appearance of another circumspect woman under the street lamp at the corner reassured her. “I missed the hour of your release,” he said, “but I was at the Vindicator Restaurant.
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