He saw rifts in clouds—sunshine. He put down his hat and umbrella, rested his hands on his hips, and regarded Ann Veronica firmly. ‘When one is penniless, one does not expect a life of ease. ” “Lucy Albert, sir. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting.
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