: Richard MacAndrew
Cambridge University Press
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He was wearing an old
jacket and grey trousers, which looked as if he had slept
in them. As he came towards her, there was a strong smell of whisky. 'All right,
hen?' he asked. Some Scots people call women 'hen' if they don't know their
didn't like it much but it was better than 'love'. Just. 'All right,' she
replied. Moving slowly from side to side, the old man
stood in front of her.
Suddenly he looked hard at her and then he stood up straight. 'You'll be the
police, then,' he said.