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There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. " And the great thief-taker indulged himself in a chuckle at the effect produced by this announcement. Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. “It is very, very difficult,” she continued, looking steadfastly at the ground. Emile looked at her, then down, and clearly caught the bright gleam on the floor. ” She said. ‘Hollow. Sensitive, aren’t they?” She chuckled. A little inn flying a Swiss flag nestles under a great rock, and there they put aside their knapsacks and lunched and rested in the mid-day shadow of the gorge and the scent of resin. Poor girl! she was beautiful once; so beautiful as to make me, who care little for the allurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her. \"What did you think of Poltergeist, John?\" She tried to engage him in conversation as Mark's music blared from the van's stereo system. He breathed a little sigh of satisfaction.
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