’ A reluctant laugh escaped him. This was not exactly what the woollen-draper desired. She drifted, via Theobald’s Road, obliquely toward the region about Titchfield Street. “You’re wanted for questioning, miss. He laughed. . . Yet every now and then, during the progress of the meal, his attention apparently wandered, and leaning forward he glanced covertly at Anna with a curious mixture of expressions on his face. I want him as my friend.
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