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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. . Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. He left his companion in the midst of a glowing eulogy of Bastien Leparge, and boldly intercepted his hostess as she moved from one group to join another. “This isn’t a world for an innocent girl to walk about in. ’ ‘Comment? You wish to murder me?’ ‘No, I wish to beat you,’ he retorted. “But if some one else asked your advice? If some one else said, ‘Here is my teacher, a jaded married man on the verge of middle age, and he and I have a violent passion for one another. Maggot. It makes no difference. The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing. She was on the rim of civilization, entering, as Spurlock was on the rim, preparing to make his exit. Another coach was then procured, in which the prisoner was placed. ’ So that was it. Mr.
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