“Are you aware, Ann Veronica, you nearly throttled that gentleman?” Then she reviled her own foolish way of putting it. ‘What a catalogue. I know well that you are making a game with me. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. I had no idea even that she was a friend of yours. They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals.
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