” Anna hesitated, and then held out the letter. There's our young friend upstairs. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. She dropped the manuscripts and swiftly brought the coat to him, noting that a button hung loose. The sky periodically pummeled her with hail pellets as she would pass through the deserted intersections. ” She stopped buttoning her glove, and looked at him. She seemed to have recovered herself as he returned, but rose as if she would go back to the saloon. She spoke with a certain odd deliberation carefully chosen words which fell like drops of ice upon the man who sat listening. "You must not remain here," he said. Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. “Do you mean to say that you have been here ever since I came?” “I am afraid that I must confess it,” he answered. Had he been trying to get her attention before that day, or did he simply want his silly pencil returned? \"I'm John. I would have married her long ago, but she will not have me.
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