They had shared almost seventy five wonderful years there in nearly utter seclusion before it came time to move on. “No lecturing, Anna!” she exclaimed. Wood's reply, if he intended any, was cut short by a loud knocking at the door. Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. ” “Cooped up!” he cried. ” She watched his face as he traced his way through these speculative thickets. He hated the taste of it. ” The three men, who had arrived within a minute or two of one another, received her little speech in dead silence. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. I'm glad to recognise you. She stood looking down upon him with dilated eyes. Our quarrel's quite over.
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