"I thought it best that you should imagine him. . E. Thames, meanwhile, had drawn his sword, and was about to rush upon Jonathan; but he was withheld by Wood. Like a thorough-bred racer, he would sustain twice as much fatigue as a person of heavier mould. Lucy was filled with happiness, it was her third Christmas at the Becks. Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. On the left lay the heights of Hampstead, studded with villas, while farther off a hazy cloud marked the position of the metropolis. Tom swore he hadn't set eyes on him since the trial.
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