Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. A grimy, battered object, which had no place in the fashionable quarter of town. So far it had been plain sailing, and it had seemed fairly evident to go on: “I find it very difficult to answer your letter. To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation and how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4 and the Foundation web page at http://www. ‘Coward,’ she threw at him, brandishing the sword. "It is easy to make an assertion like this," said Thames, contemptuously. I suppose I was a little idiotic—I don’t think we either of us mentioned the future, but it was arranged that I should go the next afternoon and have tea with her. She was inclined to think that perhaps for a girl the converse of his method was the case; an older man, a man beyond the range of anything “nonsensical,” was, perhaps, the most interesting sort of friend one could meet. Wonderful! The water, dripping from you, must have looked like pearls.
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