It was an excuse, dredged up on the spur of the moment to cover a slip. '—'It's not to be thought of,' says I, thumping the table till every glass on it jingled; 'and I know a way as'll prevent it. Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. She was afraid people would follow her, she was afraid of the dark, open doorways she passed, and afraid of the blazes of light; she was afraid to be alone, and she knew not what it was she feared. MANNING,—I find it very difficult to answer your letter. But this is not sufficient. It's almost incredible. “Don’t befool me any more,” he answered, almost roughly. There was a recurrence of fever, but nothing alarming. ” “I am afraid,” she said, preceding him down the narrow stairs, “that I am going to be too busy to have much time for gadding about. She formed a wild resolution, and, lest she should waver from it, she set about at once to realize it.
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