He reminds me of a slave I once had in Rome with those sullen dark eyes and that wistful pout. The lady whose husband had been Mayor of Hartlepool looked at Anna and sniffed. ‘Do you not understand that I can trust no one—no one?’ ‘That is a pity,’ Gerald said, rising to face her.
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