"They imagine their work is done. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. She returned home to the Beck house soaked and soggy. He has no imagination, no real generosity. Anna stepped back at once with a little gasp of relief. ‘Difficult, I grant you.
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