“Well!” she declared good-humouredly. Ann Veronica looked down at her fingers on the claret-colored table-cloth. The Master of the Mint IV. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. He appeared to be a stranger to the prisoner, and the sole motive of his visit, curiosity.
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