[If she's interpreting the looks her husband’s travelling companion for those two years in Constantinople directs her way from time to time - a strange mixture of pity and condescension - Randvi isn't the first one to stray regardless, and her own foolish heart remains stubbornly tied to the same woman back home where it has rested unnoticed for the past five winters]
How do you people eat? None of you know how to hunt.
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[If she's interpreting the looks her husband’s travelling companion for those two years in Constantinople directs her way from time to time - a strange mixture of pity and condescension - Randvi isn't the first one to stray regardless, and her own foolish heart remains stubbornly tied to the same woman back home where it has rested unnoticed for the past five winters]
How do you people eat? None of you know how to hunt.