Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. " "Add that to what she is now suffering? It's too late. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. You break into a gentleman’s residence —’ ‘I did not break in. ‘She didn’t behave in the least like an émigré, if these people are anything to go by. Jolly nose! there are fools who say drink hurts the sight; Such dullards know nothing about it. She was dressed for the street very much as her own maid was accustomed to dress, and there was a thick veil attached to her hat. Gazing into each other's eyes with new-found rapture, neither observed the sudden appearance in the doorway of an elderly woman in travel-stained linen. Hoddy.
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