chapter 47

by Ernest Hemingway 16:14,Jul 14,2023




Taking a closer look, she realized that her complexion was pale and her red lips were quite dry. She didn't have the moist luster she had before, and when she looked up, her eye makeup was quite thick, but even so, she could easily see the redness and swelling around her eyes, it must have been a bitter cry. He felt a little displeased, and moved back to the wrong chair, stretched out his arms to pull her into his arms, played cards carelessly, brought his lips to her...

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