The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year. “Is that so? Who says?” He demanded, his eyebrows arching as he looked at her with puerile glee. Why, that boy could hide for thirty years—without the girl. 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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