Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. His favorite newspaper was the Times, which he began at breakfast in the morning often with manifest irritation, and carried off to finish in the train, leaving no other paper at home. ” Annabel shivered a little and looked around her. “Okay, Mom. On taxing his recollection, the whole circumstance rushed to mind with painful distinctness. “Never—but, by Jove, you had a narrow escape,” Ennison exclaimed. "This young fool is come to restore the article—whatever it may be—which Lady Trafford was anxious to conceal, and which his companion purloined. ‘I suppose you think I can’t manage it myself,’ had complained Captain Roding sarcastically. ‘Let us go elsewhere and discuss the matter. "I am not, by Heaven!" replied Sheppard, firmly. Passing the old rectory, and still older church, with its reverend screen of trees, and slowly ascending a hill side, from whence he obtained enchanting peeps of the spire and college of Harrow, he reached the cluster of well-built houses which constitute the village of Neasdon. This made the eleventh. ” Annabel laughed gaily. It was time to get up.
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