Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you so badly,’ he said, still meeting her eyes, unaware that his hold about her hand had tightened a little. “Remember,” he said, “you are not by any means a dying man now, but you’ll never pull through if you don’t husband your strength. The very old lady in the antimacassar touched Ann Veronica’s arm suddenly, and said, in a deep, arch voice: “Talking of love again; spring again, love again. They agreed to lend her their hold-all and a large, formless bag which they called the communal trunk. The Foundation makes no representations concerning the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United States.
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