But there was nothing in her bearing that a passer-by would have noted, to tell of the excitement that possessed her. When the hero finally did appear, Ruth became filled with gentle self-mockery. Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. I want to talk to Mr. . If you don’t eat humble-pie now you may live to fare worse later. Places, I found, were daily given away, And yet no friendly gazette mentioned Gay. “Not for these things, O Ann Veronica, have you revolted,” it said; “and this is not your appropriate purpose. Suddenly she had become afraid.
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