The fellow Kimble, to whom Gerald was indebted, was gaping. CHAPTER XII. She had worn a long skirt that morning, and a roomier sweater that was slightly easier to handle than Shari’s low cut numbers. Anna watched her from the windows, watched the carriage jolt away along the cobbled street and disappear. Let me recommend a glass of wine.
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