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Greg laughed, got up from his stool, and ushered her over to an empty corner table. He felt rather than saw the eyes of the reporters following him; but he certainly saw the dull, dark eyes of Mr Kronweiser half-rise from his paperback and register their move. He was nibbling his lips with irritation, Greg thought he was wishing he had chosen a nearer seat. |