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Chapter XXIII
MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST
At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. ”
“So far,” she continued, eyeing hungrily the last morsel of roll which lay upon
her plate, “my only chance of occupation has lain with a photographer who
engaged me on the spot and insulted me in half an hour. . One wants helpers and protectors—and clean
water. "
"I do not doubt it," returned Jack; "none but those who have experienced it can
understand the miseries of imprisonment. "All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less. "Aha!" exclaimed Jack, with a roguish wink, "I've caught you,—have I?"
The carpenter's daughter was fair and free—
Fair, and fickle, and false, was she!
She slighted the journeyman, (meaning me!)
And smiled on a gallant of high degree. ‘Well said, my dear. ”
He held his breath as she reached over the stick shift
and touched his face.
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