When it came time to eat once again, she hid out on the beach, a remote fastness beyond the city walls, a swampy morass that everyone avoided. But one must disguise oneself. She accomplished it with the aid of the young fellow’s hand, and stepped down into the road, glancing up at the house as she did so. She was tempted to touch him in the car as they drove to the empty house, but she refrained for fear of causing a car accident. Montague Hill was taken for the millionaire once or twice, and I suppose it flattered his vanity. Where is he, Sir? Can I see him?" "No, that you can't," answered Mrs. She felt a hysterical desire to strike him, to burst out crying, to blurt out the whole miserable truth. From the threshold she looked her accuser steadily and coldly in the face.
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