Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. Wood in a sharp tone. He was a tall man and fair, with bluish eyes that were rather protuberant, and long white hands of which he made a display. He daren't quarrel with me: and if he does, let him look to himself. He moved to one side, bowing and gesturing to the door. He was tall, slender, and suave. She did most urgently desire to save her face in Morningside Park, and for long hours she could think of no way of putting it that would not be in the nature of unconditional admission of defeat. She decided to call in the help of Teddy Widgett, or, failing him, of one of his sisters.
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