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He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. “Let’s go in here. She grew perhaps a shade paler, and she glanced out into the street, where her four-wheeler cab, laden with luggage, was still waiting. “You might at least,” she murmured, “have invented a more romantic reason. None of this by-play escaped Ruth, whose sense of humour needed no developing. You didn’t even put the twelve words. Kneebone. “I never saw Courtlaw with her—never heard her speak of him.
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