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When I got off the plane at Milan on Tuesday afternoon , there indeed was Paola waiting for me , as you said she would be , as ravishingly elegant and lovely as when she stayed at the Castle last October , wearing pink raw - silk slacks ...
When I got off the plane at Milan on Tuesday afternoon , there indeed was Paola waiting for me , as you said she would be , as ravishingly elegant and lovely as when she stayed at the Castle last October , wearing pink raw - silk slacks ...
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Coming on him suddenly around the corner of the waiting room , his head lowered towards his left shoulder as if he were listening for an approaching train , I was so taken by surprise that I said , ' Are you waiting for a train ?
Coming on him suddenly around the corner of the waiting room , his head lowered towards his left shoulder as if he were listening for an approaching train , I was so taken by surprise that I said , ' Are you waiting for a train ?
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I do hope you are not waiting for a train . ' She slowly raised her tinted eyelids . ' I was waiting for you , Mr Bodkin , Murder at Cobbler's Hulk 245.
I do hope you are not waiting for a train . ' She slowly raised her tinted eyelids . ' I was waiting for you , Mr Bodkin , Murder at Cobbler's Hulk 245.
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