At the age of sixteen, Colonel Spencer’s daughter desired only one thing: to pull bunnies out of a hat. That’s why that very afternoon, instead of attending the appointment with the city’s famed couturier, she escaped through the cotton fields and boarded Clementine’s ramshackle car. He greeted her with his full lips and strenuous | … |

Quiero que me piques en dos, dijo, mientras soltaba algunas monedas sobre la mesa de artilugios. Hay un solo truco para eso, aclaró, quitándose la capa. Clementine, que era un perro fiel, los miraba a través de una ranura.