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He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him,
Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. You are very kind. I worshipped women long before I found any woman I
might ever hope to worship. Chapter XXIII
MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST
At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. ’
‘Yes, she duped me finely,’ agreed Gerald. As soon as he had gained his
feet, he glanced round the bare blank walls of the cell, and, oppressed by the
musty, close atmosphere, exclaimed, "I'll let a little fresh air into this dungeon. Good
night. He renewed
his supplications to Sharples, but with no better success than heretofore; and the
greater part of the night was passed by him and the poor widow, whose anxiety,
if possible, exceeded his own, in the most miserable state imaginable.
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