However the taste of the architecture may be questioned, which was the formal French style of the period, the general effect was imposing. For her mother to betray her seemed inevitable, but the betrayal seemed worse than her fate. The walls of the room were lined with shelves, on which were glass jars, retorts, countless bottles and many appliances of surgical science. Too late. Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat.
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