. Annabel turned on the electric light and made her way into the sitting-room. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. ’ Bitterness rose up as he looked at the female. That would be myself, or if she lived, Mary’s daughter. And one must—some of it must slip through one’s fingers.
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