After Dinner—continued.
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The Curate stood in front of the looking-glass and solemnly divested himself of his collar.
"I never heard a more fantastic story," said Mrs. Mendham from the basket chair. "The man must be mad. Are you sure———"
"Perfectly, my dear. I've told you every word, every incident———"
"Well!" said Mrs. Mendham, and spread her hands. "There's no sense in it."
"Precisely, my dear."
"The Vicar," said Mrs. Mendham, "must be mad."
"This hunchback is certainly one of the strangest creatures I've seen for a long time. Foreign looking, with a big bright-coloured face and long brown hair. … It can't have been cut for months!" The Curate put his studs
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