“Time for my Patience,” she said. Ann Veronica looked down at her fingers on the claret-colored table-cloth. She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. Montague Hill. You mustn't go by what you read so much as by what you see and hear. . Besides, you cannot visit people armed with a pistol in London, you know. It’s no good.
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