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This was number 13, Montague Street, familiarly spoken of in the neighbourhood as “White’s. " "Will you be taking a pole-chair?" "If that's the racket. And listen, John. She was certain he would hear, sleeping in the nearby castle. “You have a boyfriend! That’s fine by me, it’s your business, but you’d better stop sneaking around because Sheila’s got eyes in the back of her head!” He heard Sheila utter a loud percussive blast of a snore from the master bedroom. . She closed her eyes as if asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen. On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting. ‘Well?’ she said.
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