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“I am so sorry. " He patted her hand. “Would you mind calling that hansom for me?” He looked at it critically and shook his head. Clear water gave away to gray as she waded deeper, feeling her slippers on rock. 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. She watched for five minutes until he completely disappeared over Pine Crest, past the yellow fire hydrant and the dented stop sign. They had changed identities absolutely. " "What is it?" asked Thames. “I should really like to find somewhere to stay, if it was only for a few nights. Mac's.
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