In her sitting-room I found Montague Hill. She nibbled at his neck gently, sweetly, as her hand tracing his chest. One of them was a stout square-built man, with a singularly swarthy complexion, and harsh forbidding features. She could still smell the now familiar scent of him on the girl's body in the makeshift grave. A conviction that her sister’s words were true had from the first possessed her.
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