She saw us from far across the cavernous hall, past the rows of tables laden with laptops and telephones, beyond the center of the room where the dervishes spun, as we huddled together and comforted one another with tales of campaigns gone by. We saw her too: lustrous of hair, cornflower blue of eye and fair of face. But her youthful countenance wore a troubled look as she approached our group.
"I know who all of you are, for I have seen you often on the tube, pronouncing on matters of great political moment."
We nodded sagely, humbly.
"But this is...
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