‘Do you tell me that my disreputable son had the infernal insolence to pass you off as that whoring Frenchwoman’s daughter?’ His answer was in their faces. “Hey sis!” He cried drunkenly. ” Anna nodded. ” “I have been abroad,” he said. ‘Don’t concern yourself,’ Gerald said calmly. ’ Exasperated, Gerald glared at her. He began a jerky, broken conversation that lasted until they reached the station, and left her puzzled at its drift and meaning. 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. But I must—I ought—” “I MUST talk about this.
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