Chapter XXIII
MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST
At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. Why? If she had put the query to herself, she could not
have answered it. He called a waiter. He
had had five children at irregular intervals, of whom Ann Veronica was the
youngest, so that as a parent he came to her perhaps a little practised and jaded
and inattentive; and he called her his “little Vee,” and patted her unexpectedly
and disconcertingly, and treated her promiscuously as of any age between eleven
and eight-and-twenty. The biological laboratory, perpetually viewing life
as pairing and breeding and selection, and again pairing and breeding, seemed
only a translated generalization of that assertion. She had only to get through this, to solace Manning as much as she
could, to put such clumsy plasterings on his wounds as were possible, and then,
anyhow, she would be free—free to put her fate to the test. She watched as his headlights flooded the driveway
and many minutes after his car was gone. "Quick. Email contact links and
up to date contact information can be found at the Foundation's web site and
official page at http://pglaf. "
"Keep in your own room, at all events," rejoined Kneebone. If I am to die in the attempt, then so be it. But on Sunday he had been obliged to attend to certain matters for the nuns.
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