It drives one mad at times. A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover. The atmosphere was 46 strained and deathly quiet at the dining room table. Then the incredible happened. “Ann Veronica,” he said. If you don’t like it, I won’t be mad, I promise. ‘Burned them, one by one, right before that fellow’s eyes. Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat.
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