. ’ ‘Well, she didn’t walk through the walls, that’s certain,’ said Hilary acidly. Lonesomeness isn't my worry. . The newcomer stopped short upon the threshold. On the present occasion, he appeared to have bestowed more than ordinary attention on his toilette. ‘I thought—I thought I saw my—my husband. For a time he heard no more, and stared with stony eyes at a Book-War proclamation in leaded type that filled half a column of the Times that day. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac.
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