“There was a man called Montague Hill,” she said hoarsely, “but he is dead. It was one of the secret troubles of her mind, this grotesque twist her ideas would sometimes take, as though they rebelled and rioted. When you don’t have any fingers left, I take a toe. The child has sprung into a youth; the youth has become a man; the man has already begun to feel the advances of age.
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