” “The only Montague Hill I ever knew,” Annabel said slowly, “is dead. ‘You see now how dangerous it is to play this lone hand. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. Then I assumed a rather portentous manner to prepare him. "Do you know what you are talking about, Mrs. " "And what are you going to do with her, supposing I'm fool enough to take this boy with me?" "Send her to my people, in case she cannot find her aunt.
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