Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. He glanced downwards at the impetuous torrent, which he could perceive shooting past him with lightning swiftness in the gloom. "For the sake of the girl. The curtain came festooning slowly down, the music ceased, the lights in the auditorium glowed out, and Ann Veronica woke out of her confused dream of involuntary and commanding love in a glory of sound and colors to discover that Ramage was sitting close beside her with one hand resting lightly on her waist. "Jack!" Her son averted his gaze. "Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear. “Have you any money?” “Lots,” Anna answered laconically. Fortescue, with a bow.
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