Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. And now— I suppose I should be considered too old. Let me only wear your livery. “Not for these things, O Ann Veronica, have you revolted,” it said; “and this is not your appropriate purpose. Diedermeyer, sweetheart? He just went in. “And all the rest of it perhaps is a song. ” Or someone, she thought with disgust. For a time her efforts to achieve a comprehensive concentration were dispersed by the passage of the village street of Caddington, the passing of a goggled car-load of motorists, and the struggles of a stable lad mounted on one recalcitrant horse and leading another. His relation of the murder of Sir Rowland petrified even his fierce auditors.
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