He read but little, and that chiefly healthy light fiction with chromatic titles, The Red Sword, The Black Helmet, The Purple Robe, also in order “to distract his mind. ‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. At last his voice came to release her tension. I was ready to wager that your name would have marched with one of them. Plain, wide-mouthed, freckled, and ugly, she was an instantly jealous creature, her saving grace that she took no pains to mask her extreme dislike 47 of petite, pretty girls. Bu buluşma, ikisi için başka bir dönüm noktasıydı.
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