Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. “One doesn’t wait,” said Ann Veronica. His expression altered. I have only one question to ask you. If he had imagined Melusine would be hampered by her petticoats, he was disappointed. Sheppard had been interred. Oh, and weeks and months of thought and feeling there are bottled up too.
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