“What did you say?” “Well, I considered myself justified in denying it,” Anna answered drily. She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. “She has always worked very long hours as a real estate agent. It was the gallows. Can you imagine how dreadful it must be for them? Most of them arrive here almost penniless. His lawful wife; but nothing more; beyond that she was only an idea, a trust.
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