K-kimble, sir,’ stammered the lad. “Let us walk across the Park at least,” he said to Ann Veronica. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly. In Hamilton Place that is, like I told you before, miss.
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