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In her sitting-room I found Montague Hill. —"Stay! something occurs to me. The overnight nervous strain began to tell; she became inattentive to the work before her, and it did not get on. The rainstorm, short-lived, began to subside. Buried under various ancestral sixteenths, smothered under modern thought, liberty of action and bewildering variety of flesh-pots, it was still alive to the extent that it needed only his present state to resuscitate it in all its peculiar force. Why had she married him, off-hand, like that? She did not love him, or he knew nothing of love signs. “I knew,” she said, in a low despairing tone, “that people would talk.
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