"A doctor? What he needs is a good jolt of aromatic spirits of ammonia. Like a trollop in heat. No offence, I hope. His father was one of my old customers, and I am happy to find his son treading in his steps. ” He did not move. Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. Sheppard had been interred. It was a moment or two before Gerald realised that he could feel the fluttering of her pulse beneath the light touch he had on her wrist, and that her fingers were trembling in his. The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph.
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