"It's wretched enough, indeed, Sir," rejoined the widow; "but, poor as it is, it's better than the cold stones and open streets. “I am under police surveillance,” she said. His chin was angular and his lips were 16 small, his mouth tiny and refined. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting.
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