"Mr. ’ ‘Your husband?’ Gerald tutted. Light flooded the place. Her elbows were ready. There is the election——” He laughed derisively. She listened, listened intently for several minutes. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. Her family had hosted a feast in his honor for which they had taken weeks to prepare: with braised capons and lobster sausages and all sorts of delicious spiced stews her mother had made from secret recipes. Günlerini ve gecelerini yeni bir teknoloji üretme hayaliyle geçiriyordu.
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