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... thought, perhaps not even realizing himself that after just a short while at the coffee stand, he had quickly transformed from the aloof Sir Arthur Hastings back into a grumbling small-town Londoner.
Just as Arthur set his teacup down, the tent flap was cautiously lifted, and a gloved hand reached in, followed by a slender, nervous-looking man.
The newcomer wore a gray wool coat, with round-framed glasses perched on his nose, and his hat brim pulled low, as if worried about bein ...
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