He never finished his sentence. Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. ” Anna nodded, and Mr. ‘Why do you think I told you about the portrait? I’d not seen it, of course, but I’d seen Miss Mary just before she got married, which is when it was painted. I had already won wars and sailed ships to distant lands by the time I was thirty.
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