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All that I regret are the wasted years, and I am not sure that I regret them. Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. It was just a shabby, stupid, furtive business that began between us. I've taught him all he can do; and there isn't his fellow, and never will be again. ” “My name is Pellissier,” Anna said, “Anna Pellissier. ‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to waste on that fellow’s wound.
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