There was nothing left now of the selfassured, prosperous man of affairs. “I think,” he said, “that I would fetch any one whom he has asked to see. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. “Have you turned him yet?” Michelle whispered hotly, trying not to raise the volume of her voice. “Quite alone, sir.
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