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Chapter XXIII
MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST
At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. ’
‘But I have told you not,’ she protested. ”
“I don’t care. ”
“But does it correspond with the facts of the case? You know, Mr. She kicked him in
the shin, trying to knock him off his feet. It was
the bitterest moment of her life. Startled by this
circumstance, he looked around, and perceived that the trap-door,—which has
been mentioned as communicating with a secret staircase,—was open. Either she had been seen, or they were seeking the air. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of
methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. She had a feeling at his departure as of an immense cavity, of something
enormously gone; she could not tell whether it was infinite regret or infinite
relief.
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