“I heard the other day that she’d been taken in by some cad of a fellow who was cutting a great dash in Paris, personating Meysey Hill, the great railway man. Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. Melusine sighed with frustration. ‘Gammon. I don’t care. But I know very well that that word will never be spoken. “Thought so. The bridge was open. The shape of the head, the height and breadth of the brow, the angle of the nose, the cut of the chin and jaws, all were fine, of a type she had never before looked upon closely. He was all alone, too. ’ ‘Then they are soldiers.
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