Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. "Do me the favour to seat yourself, Jack," said Sir James. ‘That’s right, you bone idle do-nothings. And, fearing you might not come to me, I forced my way hither, even with certainty of discomposing your friends. It hadn’t even been called Kentucky back then when the Shawnee still hunted deer over mossy hills and the smoke from their fires could still inspire terror. ’ ‘So I infer. I hope that some day he'll understand how much he owes you. “You must have heard—have you—oh, tell me, won’t you?” she begged. .
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