Chapter XXIII
MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST
At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. You are brought here that their designs
may be carried into effect with greater security. “Well anyhow—I don’t see the force of your objection,
you know. She attended to that, and then dismissed it as unimportant. I burned it. Oh, you must believe me. Her naked body was an abomination of caked
filth and sagging tubes for breasts. “It really seems as if we shall have to put down
marigolds altogether next year,” Aunt Molly repeated three times, “and do away
with marguerites. You do not love your husband, you have married him for a position
—to escape from—things which you feared. "Practising singing, Aaron," replied Jack. Sheppard, "are you come to renew your terrible
proposals?"
"I'm come to execute my threats," replied Wild. Whether he pleads or not, he
shall swing with his confederate, Jack Sheppard. She was the actress his whim had chosen to play a passive
part. He initiated sex with her, lightly fingering her clitoris
as an invitation. “How do you know?”
“Well, it isn’t exactly a depressing state, is it?”
“YOU don’t know.
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