The walls were pristine white and unmarked except for two sconces and a rather colorless Monet poster that had been framed in an expensive oak surround. “All these days I have taken her for you. He waited for an instant, wasting an encouraging smile in the imperfect light, and then shut the doors of the van, leaving the women in darkness. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. A middle-aged countrywoman, plump of cheek, and a little shy. In this state, he contrived to get the poor black's hand into his mouth, and nearly bit off one of his fingers before the sufferer could be rescued. The night was clear and moonlit, dazzling with even light blue shadows that shone into manicured lawns and pristine gardens. Jonathan Wild.
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