“Her husband was a county councillor, and she has a niece who comes to see her in a carriage. But escape to where? She thought of the ships that sailed from the peninsulas to hot deserts where spices were traded. He could think about it later. There was no way of recalling the words; so she waited. . You are my slave—and such you shall continue. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky.
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