Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. “There was a man called Montague Hill,” she said hoarsely, “but he is dead. I'm not quite such a greenhorn as Shotbolt, Jack, whatever you may think.
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