Others
pulled hats over their noses, cowered in their seats, and feigned that all was right
with the world. Chapter XXIII
MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST
At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered
papier-mâché kitbag at her feet. “Who are YOU that the world should lie down at your feet?
“You’ve got to be a decent citizen, Ann Veronica. . "
"We'll be punctual," replied Mrs. Did she suppose him a possible pretender to her daughter’s
hand? The girl—Dorothée, if memory served—was clearly marriageable, but he
imagined most of these unhappy exiles were all but penniless. ‘Nevertheless, he will neither help me, nor
will I seek his help. Love-making at first hand is dull enough.
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