“Anna,” she moaned, “I am a jealous, ungrateful woman. Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. White became conscious of a distinct sense of uneasiness, and showed it in her face. He now understood her interest in Taber, as he called himself: habit, a twice-told tale. "Now, Jack," cried Thames, warmly grasping Sheppard's hand, "you are my friend again. I never yet heard of a Christians as was named after the Shannon or the Liffy; and the Thames is no better than a dhurty puddle, compared wi' them two noble strames. They looked out over the city, grim and silent now, for it was long past midnight.
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