“You
underestimate your own sickness, and the ill humors that
struck you may strike again. . Chapter XXIII
MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST
At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. Other phrases returned now, like echoes. ”
“I wish you good luck,” she answered. In olden days it boasted a chapel, dedicated to Saint
Thomas; beneath which there was a crypt curiously constructed amid the arches,
where "was sepultured Peter the Chaplain of Colechurch, who began the Stone
Bridge at London:" and it still boasted an edifice (though now in rather a
tumbledown condition) which had once vied with a palace,—we mean Nonesuch
House. In the hall below she could
hear his firm voice giving quick commands to the servants. ‘We were wondering about
that. Capes—the ‘Capes crave,’ they would
call it in America. He smothered it down with such a good will that the reaction set his heart to
pounding. I found him lying like this, the bleeding partly
stopped by this scarf, else he had been dead by now. “Do you mean in looks?” she asked.
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