Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. Sensing his discomfort, she stood up and brushed lint off of the hem of her gray miniskirt. There will be long stretches of idleness, heat, and enervation; and always the odour of drying coconut. The ward in which he was confined, was about six yards in length, and three in width, and in height, might be about twelve feet. " "That's me," interposed Jonathan; "a thief-taker is always a murderer in the eyes of a thief. What are you going to tell me?" "Nothing.
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