Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. For awhile he watched the revolving light on Copeley's. She lunched at a creamery in Great Portland Street, and as the day was full of wintry sunshine, spent the rest of the lunch-hour in a drowsy gloom, which she imagined to be thought upon the problems of her position, on a seat in Regent’s Park. ‘Softly, you say?’ she uttered, raging. " "It's a hopeless job," grumbled Blueskin, "and harm will come of it. ‘You don’t know the whole, child. Marry, come up! I'm not so easily deluded. At times he was brilliant and masterful, talked round and over every one, and would have been domineering if he had not been extraordinarily kindly; at times he was almost monosyllabic, and defeated Miss Garvice’s most skilful attempts to draw him out. She twisted her fingers tightly. It took Marina in three days. He stepped back further. " There was another pause.
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