” “The only Montague Hill I ever knew,” Annabel said slowly, “is dead. My letters are returned unopened, her maid will not even allow me across the doorstep. " "I hope such a thing never will happen again, my dear," observed Wood, mildly, "but, when it does, it will be time to consider what course we ought to pursue. The young male, as she had actually seen him, had been of the sailor type, hard-bitten, primordial, ruthless.
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