She grew perhaps a shade paler, and she glanced out into the street, where her four-wheeler cab, laden with luggage, was still waiting. The shouts, yells, and groans which they uttered, and which were echoed by the concourse in the rear, were perfectly frightful. Presently McClintock came in. “But it’s a long business. He must be more or less of an age with this man. Her knees shook, her breath came fast, she almost felt the lurid effect of those tiny patches of rouge upon her pallor-stricken cheeks. This man’s name is Montague Hill. Come to take leave. She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave.
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