” “Thanks to me,” he repeated, puzzled. And he began also at times to wake at night and think about her. By the side of her plate was a small key. "I forbid you to do that. A granddaughter of mine!’ The idiocy of this notion stuck in his craw and he could think of nothing else for a moment. ‘How do you know?’ ‘Exactly,’ pounced Roding bitterly. “I am not dependent upon any one. Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping.
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