The way through the wood was shorter, but it was also sinuous. He missed his way, and, as a direct consequence, missed his train.

He said nothing, then asked, “Is Sonya your real name?” “Harinderjeet.” “A good name. A strong name.” He could see her face in the bar's surface, frowning as she returned the card to her purse. “Is Sonya not a nice name?” He felt her leaning in. “A sexy name?”

He kept shaking Mr Gibson's hand all the time till he had placed him, nothing loth, at the well-covered dining-table.

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