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A small voice greeted her, hissing. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. The Frenchman had moved back into Piccadilly from Down Street, at which the lad following him had immediately sauntered away a yard or two. Morgan the trader did not haggle over the pearls, but gave me at once what he judged a fair price. But you,” he continued, moving imperceptibility a little nearer to her, “you are mine. “You cowards!” said Ann Veronica, “put her down!” and tore herself from a detaining hand and battered with her fists upon the big red ear and blue shoulder of the policeman who held the little old lady. She had come to the end of her resources.
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