On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting. ” “I don’t believe it,” he answered hoarsely. He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women. Unconscious that his movements were watched, Shotbolt, meanwhile, hastened towards Wych Street.
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