Do you know, I am beginning to believe that we only exist nowadays by the tolerance of these millionaire tradesmen. I don’t think that the rest of the people here like us very well, do they, Arthur, so we’re obliged to be friends. ” Behind this woman and a little to the side of her, walked a man smartly dressed, with desire and appraisal in his eyes. She could feel Martin’s eyes boring into her as she entered the room, her own personal Farhat. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen.
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