Anne Ellery was not normally a conscious
woman who prided of her looks; however, she found it extremely appealing to
have every pair of eyes in the parliament fixed upon her in admiration,
occasionally surveying the jewellery and a dozen of ornaments hung to
her wrinkled skin; causing her body to weigh down like a hanged criminal but
somehow seemed to appear quite well with her Sunday attire (or so she imagined).
She came to face the speaker in the
parliament who wore a grim look plastered on his face. She studied his bare scalp with an impolite air and was quite impervious
by the hostile expression he threw her.
Reluctantly, Anne sidled an inch forward
extremely imperceptible and addressed the president and other members of
the parliament with a voice coated with a Scottish accent, noting how many
cases of kidnapping had been reported in Randytown without a trace of pity;
Anne was impassible.
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