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towards the fat man. 'Karim, get rid of that individual. Our bus

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of marble, which was really a quite soft kind of stone, maybe capable of a changeable facial expression. He, on the other hand, wasn't soft. He looked as though he were hewn from granite. Like most of his fellow statues in the museum, he wore no beard. Against the current fashion, his face w

ed he probably looked slightly

strong chin and overbearing manner, were at the top of my 'things to exterminate to make this world a better place'-list. This pa

man? Are you l

ing thoughts and concentrate. I was in disguise

prised me, Sir. I must admit,' I added truthfully,

' he said without moving a muscle of his angular, stony face. 'I have

to force a smile on that statue's face of his. I had a sudden, mad urge to as

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as holding out to me: a small rectangular piece of cardboard. I took it and examine

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you very much! I was a proud suffragette and should be thinking about promoting women's rights, not the contents of men's tights! Did me

and vanished into the fog, his long black cloak flapping behind him. The others who surrounded him silently followed, as

ialist with too much money for his own good? No, that didn't fit the cut and colouring of his clothes, which was very simple: sleek black fr

of those fellows who were to blame for me being out here in this strange getup in the first place. I

ted for

ard and turned to the

llent test. I had been in the company of one of the most masculine men

in the company of the most masculine man I had ever met and he had complete

ou were worried about looking too feminine.

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reason for me to feel an

tly and revealed the menacing figure of a police officer posted outside the door. Sweat broke out on my forehead despite the cold, and for a moment I was

ill weren't allowed to vote either, because they didn't have a penny in their pocket. Women w

ront door, the bobby took off his

n? I couldn't do that, considering the mass of hair that was piled up underneath it like a haystack crammed into

door to the polling station. A thick stench of ciga

immobile. Could I do this? Was I brave enough? Would I

f it, I plunged forward, into