And, mind, it's for his sister, Lady Trafford. “Mr. She had heard the trader utter it many times. She saw his eyes glaze over. ‘She’s gone. He seemed so clean anyway, his fair 215 skin, his light brown hair, there almost seemed to be no point. Away off in the fields the bluesmocked peasants bent still at their toil. Bu köyün sakinleri, sakin ve huzurlu bir yaşam sürüyorlardı, ancak köylerinin kaderi bir gün değişecekti.
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