It was in the quiet streets and squares toward Oxford Street that it first came into her head disagreeably that she herself was being followed. Her hair had become so matted that Sebastian had sheared it off, which made her the very mirage of a nubile young boy. The woman I wanted was another man's wife. I don’t play anything.
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