Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. " "Not utterly," rejoined the other. You are all that I am or hope to be—the celestial atom God put into me at the beginning. ‘I rather gathered as much,’ said Miss Froxfield, releasing her hands. He had been baptized there.
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