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No doubt he knew enough of his world to recognise that he stood little chance against the word of a major of militia. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. He hugged her when he saw her in the hallway. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. Jesus! They just wouldn’t let up about you after you played the violin for them. I fought.
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