Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came “growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme seriousness. But his gloom appeared to be occasioned by remorse, rather than sorrow. " "I wish I could have foreseen. ” Lucy said, watching people mechanically pump quarters into the till. “It does nothing but sit there. ” He did not move. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly.
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