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Anna was still holding her cigarette between her fingers. I'll lay my life he's gone. “You remember the man in Paris who used to follow me about—Meysey Hill they called him?” He nodded. ‘Too late by the time I realised to what a dunderhead I’d pledged my friendship. He hated himself a little for it. I cannot be intimate—’ stressing the word with a deep look ‘— with one I feel to be a stranger.
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