" And, having partaken of a hasty breakfast, he set out. 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. Wood a very free-and-easy sort of stare, winked at Mr. " Bamboo and bead tinkled and slithered behind him. " Ben judged correctly. Unconscious that his movements were watched, Shotbolt, meanwhile, hastened towards Wych Street. Her eyes flashed. The road which wound by Westbourne Green, gave him a full view of the hill of Hampstead with its church, its crest of houses, and its villas peeping from out the trees. The atmosphere at dinner was not propitious.
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