Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. Never. He put down his hat and umbrella, rested his hands on his hips, and regarded Ann Veronica firmly. Their soft, voluptuous bodies wove among each other to the faint notes of a lyre. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead.
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