Chapter XXIII
MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST
At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. “I cannot pretend that I am glad to see you, Lady Ferringhall,” he said quietly. “I will make it possible,” he cried. “Don’t we all rather humbug about the coarseness? All we women, I mean,”
said she. The last piece was Scheherazade. Jack instandly extinguished the light, and called to his comrade to come after
him. . "
"Aye, music hits them. I wanted you to know. ‘At least I couldn’t say for
sure. Jackson, I could almost fancy we had met before. Men do
services for the love of women, and the woman who takes must pay. But she did not bother her head very much about her
relations with these sympathizers. Mr. She closed the book that she
had been pretending to read and gathered her black
umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she
despised.
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