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I've no doubt he's as honest as either of you. "Surely," she said, after a pause, "you don't attach any importance to what my
mother has just said. As she talked she made weak
little gestures with her hands, and she thrust her face forward from her bent
shoulders; and she peered sometimes at Ann Veronica and sometimes at a
photograph of the Axenstrasse, near Fluelen, that hung upon the wall. ‘No, my poor guardian,’ Gerald mocked. This time she was indeed beaten. ‘I take it that you like this great-niece of mine?’
‘One cannot help but do so. In a very definite sense we are in the wrong
—hopelessly in the wrong. She seemed
smitten with a paroxysm of fear. ’
If she suffered from dragging pain in her joints, Gerald thought it explained
why her features were prematurely lined. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there
were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously.
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