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 tricks would serve. The chance it is the same for both. Perhaps Gerald was not as clothheaded as he had thought. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of mote-swimming light. His tongue was more ready, his wit more keen than usual.
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