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“Cheveney!” she repeated. It was the one that she had sworn she’d throw out, if only Julian had not liked it so much. Sebastian had come to visit his old friend and former wife. “Yes?” he said. She had followed a bobbing white hat and gray jacket until she reached the Euston Road corner of Tottenham Court Road, and there, by the name on a bus and the cries of a conductor, she made a guess of her way. ‘I want a word with you, my lad. “He has a stubbly yellow moustache, weak eyes, and great horrid hands. Then pain entered their depths. At this point a carriage with servants in sumptuous liveries was stationed. What are you after?’ ‘But my pistol and dagger, imbecile,’ she exclaimed impatiently, moving sharply back.
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