"Oh! no—no—no," cried Winifred, "I cannot believe it. When the twins had first come to live in the 208 house, they were thin and bony, their tiny mouths crying for food. His pipe hung dead in his teeth, but the smoke was dense about him. Curiosity to see what a sing-song girl was like took possession of Ruth's thoughts. Of what use was the temporary set-back to memory, when it always returned with redoubled poignancy? Then came another thought, astonishing. She struggled fiercely not to give way. He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. ‘You mean I should give myself a dressingdown? Very well. This man’s name is Montague Hill.
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