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“Thank you—for coming,” he said. “I want to be your friend,” he said. “We were good friends in Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. Glancing idly up at her own window as they had swung round the corner she had seen a strange thing. Wild's. I feel that I shall stifle unless I can do something—and do something soon. Montague Hill. Though there is something to be said for your idea of a secret convent, at least as a hiding place. For the present, he murmured his farewells, and turning, caught Hilary’s eye and walked away, crossing the ballroom to move into the less opulent, and less crowded, saloon next door where servants were dispensing refreshments.
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