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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. He only laughed his defiance. Upon leaning back, he commented, “You look so sad. I am carrying back a hundred new books and forty new records for the piano-player. Two-and-twenty! I can’t imagine what your parents can be thinking about to let you get into these scrapes. ” The two congregated instantly. I saw the metal box a hundred times, but I never thought of opening it until the day I fled. The picture of Mary Remenham was still on the wall. Yet here you are, and at precisely the right moment, too. “You’re not interested in politics?” he asked, almost with a note of protest. The true creative mind is always returning to battle; defeats are only temporary setbacks.
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