Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. Of course, it really signified nothing in this careless part of the world that she was travelling alone. " "That kind of talk makes you sound like a white man. I don’t want a family in the suburbs and Christmases at the Florida house and summers at the Hamptons. "Because she's a fire-opal, and to the world at large they bring bad luck. How she had hated it!… All these mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan's swearing parrot. No doubt they've all been rejected; but he couldn't throw them overboard. There's a bunch of us are going to meet at the movies tonight to see that new movie Poltergeist.
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