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He sat at the table, still watching him, while Saleem was busy reading. The newspaper completely covered his face. Suddenly, the strange man greeted him, turning his cheek toward the others at the edge of the table without actually facing him. Saleem heard him, then lowered the newspaper and saw him. He returned the greeting with a piercing look straight into his face, sipping his coffee as he waited for what this stranger had to bring, a man who at first seemed arrogant.