That's the sort of fool your nephew is!" "Not even a good time!" said the aunt, whimsically, as she stuffed the bills into her reticule. She required no instructions from books; her wit and beauty were her own. “There was a man called Montague Hill,” she said hoarsely, “but he is dead. I learned of your betrothal, gleaned all the information I could simply by eavesdropping. ‘You! Have you pen and paper?’ ‘Pen and paper now, is it?’ grumbled the old man as he shuffled down the hall. Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites.
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