Even now she could trace the outline of his shape behind the left-hand curtain. Montague Hill. If he adhered to this policy—to keep away from her inconspicuously—she would forget the name by night, and to-morrow even the bearer of it would sink below the level of recollection. ‘Read that,’ and threw the telegram at me, so that it went into the tureen.
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