Listen, you. He wore a long coat, beautifully flowered, and a hat with a turned up brim. ‘Who kills who?’ ‘Rot in hell,’ he snarled, panting, and managed to push himself forward and leap off the dais, running for the safety of the far aisle by the wall. ‘Until today. It is perfectly intrusive of me, and I quite see that you must be sick to death of running into such an interfering busybody all the time.
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