” “They’ll find out. “My Mom makes more money than my Dad, a lot more. She obeyed, extending her arm. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. What does it matter? I am not a pauper, Annabel. ” He said. " She kindled with sympathy. I’m not Gerald, remember. “Yes?” he said.
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