They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair smoking clove cigarettes. He, who had faced the gale, would have been instantly stifled. The open windows were above them now and, unless the intruder were to lean out, they could not possibly be seen. ‘I don’t know what the devil you’re talking about. I want a walk. “So Cheveney was her friend, you think, eh?” he remarked. " "Ah! indeed! what's he doing here?" inquired Jack.
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