" "We waste time with this fellow," interposed Sir Cecil, "and may lose the object of our quest, who, beyond doubt, has taken refuge in this building. Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. "Ay, good luck to him! so we have," rejoined Terence; "but we've no objection to take out the dochter's bill in drink. I tell you this child would have been strangled. If the creator drew a hero anything like himself, she would accept it as a sign that he did care a little. She surveyed accommodation that seemed at first merely austere, and became more and more manifestly inadequate as the moments fled by. . “I don’t think our engagement can go on,” she plunged, and felt exactly that loss of breath that comes with a dive into icy water. Running his hand hastily over it, he was startled to find it one complicated mass of bolts and bars. " "What kind?" "Dickens, Hugo.
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