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But the bill?
She had stayed once or twice at this hotel with George, and recognised the handwriting.

The bookkeeper, in compliment perhaps to a customer of standing, had written "George Vyell, Esq." in full on the bill-head, a formality omitted as a rule in luncheon-reckonings.

And if this scrap of paper told the truth-- why, _then George had lied!_ But why?
Ah, if he had done this thing nothing else mattered, neither the how nor the why! If George had lied?
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