Harry is about to reply, but their progress and his answer are interrupted by the sudden appearance of a conga line through the crowd. Before he can protest, one of the dancers grabs Harry and pulls him in.
"I beg your pardon—I—oh dear—" He looks back frantically. "Alec!"
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"I beg your pardon—I—oh dear—" He looks back frantically. "Alec!"