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She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. ‘Don’t try to turn it off,’ ordered Miss Froxfield. She could think of nothing more to say. Parbleu, but she was a fool. “It’s all right,” he said, reassuringly to the inquirer without. Who was he?” “Intriguing. Wood, Sir," he added, with much emotion, "is one of the best of men, and would be the happiest, were it not that—" and he hesitated. ” Sir John breathed a long deep sigh. She crushed the letter in her hand. At last, after a long rumbling journey in a stuffy windowless van, she reached Canongate Prison—for Holloway had its quota already.
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