Pardon! I wish to say, for your granddaughter, we seek succour. ‘Might have forgiven him,’ he muttered under his breath, ‘if he hadn’t taken the babe. Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. So far he had not stirred; from his bloodless lips had come no sound. It was not a hard face, but it was resolute. It was a cheerful, irresponsible, shamelessly hard-up family in the key of faded green and flattened purple, and the girls went on from the High School to the Fadden Art School and a bright, eventful life of art student dances, Socialist meetings, theatre galleries, talking about work, and even, at intervals, work; and ever and again they drew Ann Veronica from her sound persistent industry into the circle of these experiences. "I cannot but approve the course you are about to take, Jack," said Thames, "though on some accounts I regret it.
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