"Don't weep, my love," replied the lady, straining him still more closely to her. In her sitting-room I found Montague Hill. It was her foster brother Mike, on his way to the bathroom. Something in his smile, in the cynical suggestiveness of his deferential tone, maddened her. She knew the significance: the red corpuscle was being burnt out by the fires of alcohol.
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