‘Here, miss,’ came faintly from somewhere close at hand. He took a handful of the gravelly mud, with which the
platform was covered, and threw the small pebbles, one by one, towards the
gleam. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Not kidding at all. Chapter XXIII
MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST
At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. It probably had its own repulsive oubliette in the
bottom, where tiny princesses could fall and break their
necks. If he adhered to this
policy—to keep away from her inconspicuously—she would forget the name by
night, and to-morrow even the bearer of it would sink below the level of
recollection. Since morning he had become fanatical; the atoms of common sense no longer
functioned in the accustomed groove. "
"Perhaps, I wasn't," returned Thames, gloomily, as the remembrance of Jonathan
Wild's foul insinuation crossed him.
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