Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. ‘We’ll have you right out of the way, just in case. Ah Cum was not a sailor, but he knew his water-front. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. Anna leaned over so that he needed only to whisper. It was dangerous for her to dare approaching him and she knew the tremendous risk she was taking, but a part of her demanded that he be found.
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