Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. ” She shook her head gently. Many a black veil hid a high-born dame, and the religious habit was no protection. A crutch, with a silver handle, stood by her side, proving the state of extreme debility to which she was reduced. To perdition with them all. Ha!" exclaimed the stranger, as shouts and other vociferations resounded at no great distance along the thoroughfare, "not a moment is to be lost. Come in! Come in, do.
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