Annabel looked up and down the empty street, and then turned to her sister. A note of belligerency had crept into his tone. I’m not half smart enough for the West End. The ribald demons that infested the back of Ann Veronica’s mind urged various facetious interrogations upon her, as, for example, where the witness had acquired his prose style. A deadlock.
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