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Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. A woman indeed this to love and be loved, beautiful, graceful, gay. Lucy could see the anger in her silhouette, the punishments and the grounding being formulated for the now dead daughter. She had trembled on the verge of such a resolution before, but this time quite definitely she made it. Little by little, she stopped hating him. “To me it seems serious enough. Another thing: she dated John Diedermayer once and she dumped him, she’s been psychotic over him ever since. The great gray boles of the palms reminded him of some fabulous Grecian temple. The latter were saved; but of the former nothing but the blackened stone walls were found standing on the morrow. ” She stopped short.
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