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“My God!” he said at last, with tremendous feeling, and then again, “My
God!”
Now that this thing was said her mind was clear and calm. Then a hansom drove up, and his heart gave a great leap. Her mouth was once more covered as they left the second floor guest saloon
and headed for the back stairs. Who was he to tread on her dreams? She had heroworshipped an unscrupulous adventurer, who had not hesitated to impose on her
youth and her ignorance. She made herself serenely unaware of his existence, though it may be it
was his presence that sent her by the field detour instead of by the direct path up
the Avenue. She had
warned him. “Her
husband was a county councillor, and she has a niece who comes to see her in a
carriage. He had a
narrow escape, however; for, passing within an inch of him, the bullet burried
itself deeply in the wall. It may be a long string, long enough
if you like to tangle up all sorts of people; but there it is! If the paymaster pulls,
home she must go. But come in,
dear. E. Chapter XXIII
MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST
At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. "
"It was her own fault," observed Blueskin, moodily. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day:
an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper
meed of sympathy.
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