In her sitting-room I found Montague Hill. Their faces had bite marks that were hers. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. The window was shortly after opened, and a rope ladder, with a lighted horn lantern attached to it, let down. Something or other—she did not catch what—he was damned if he could stand. The policeman raised his voice, slightly agitated.
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