He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. ‘Don’t concern yourself, Hilary. “You see,” he said, “you are like an inaccessible gold-mine in all this sort of matter. ’ He opened the purse and extracted a couple of guineas. "Heaven have mercy on his soul!" ejaculated Wood. ” Anna disappeared, but Ennison did not trouble either the cigarettes or the magazines.
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