” 162 “Mmmm-hmmm. That is I saw her. “Is your husband here to-night?” he asked. The two great hotels on their right were still ablaze with lights. To her mind, recalling the picture of him the night before, there had been something tragic in the grim silent manner of his tippling. ’ ‘Not French?’ echoed Hilary. She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. “If you come a step nearer to me,” she said, “I will smash every glass on this table. ’ A tiny giggle escaped her, and she lowered the pistol a trifle.
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