A sob was strangled in her throat. What had been happening all this time? ‘Do you tell me he has not again left his apartment?’ ‘Only to go to some party or other Monday night,’ Kimble said. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. Anna raised her eyebrows at the sight of him.
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