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A black Cadillac picked a path out of the traffic along Manhattan's Central Park South one afternoon last week and glided to the curb before the plush and towering Hampshire House overlooking the grass, trees and lake in lower Central Park. From the back seat edged the car's solitary passenger, a handsome, meaty man with wavy silver hair. He was dressed in a businesslike grey summer suit, red and white striped bowtie and soft black loafers. Stepping to the pavement, he turned slightly, tossed the driver of the rented limousine a "Thank...
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