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With his tongue lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to face to see if there was any forgiveness visible. “Ann Veronica,” he said. “—and your aunt—” For a time he searched for the mot juste. Miss Stanley threw aside a black cloak to reveal a discreet and dignified arrangement of brown silk, and then embraced Ann Veronica with warmth. John, I shall eat that whole tin of sardines. I'm going through his pockets. Then we find out.
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