Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. It reminded her viscerally of her subhuman status, stripped away of the pretenses of art, intellect, and nicety. He knew that tragedy was as blind as justice, that it struck the child and the grown-up impartially. He perceived clearly enough, that the chase was moving quickly; and he was also aware, from the increased rapidity with which the oars were urged, that every exertion was made on board to get out of the reach of her pursuers. You see, I’m selfish. I want to leave it for ever. I don’t want you to be sad. But this is a great lark, Ann Veronica! This turns life into a glorious adventure!” “Ah!” she cried in triumph. Very well. One more passer-by; and always would she remember his patience and tenderness and disinterestedness. "What in the world is it?" he asked. “A serious question. ’ Hilary eyed him. She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side.
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