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After passing Tottenham Court Road, very few houses were to be seen on the right hand, opposite Wardour Street it was open country. He was waiting in the outer hall as she tiptoed in. His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would have marked him the world over as a man of the Word. ‘He don’t mean you no harm. Are you sure what it is you want of me?” “I want you. There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. Miss Stanley walked round the garden thinking, and presently house and garden reverberated to Ann Veronica’s slamming of the front door.
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