The intruder seemed speechless. - As for your complaint, - lazily added Richard, - if your landing really suffered, then the matter is that I'm afraid of your own cattle. On Sir Alvin's face reflected the inner struggle: it went spots, veins stood out on his forehead. Seething with anger, he turned on his heel, grabbed his hat from Henderson and clapped her hands to her head. Caught himself at the last minute, he nodded curtly Catriona, then weighed forced poklonRichardu. - Let's bow, - and he grunted noisily out of the room.
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