"Good-b'ye!" And with a
cordial shake of the hand he took his departure. Give me that
precious charge," he added, snatching the bundle from Wood. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one
end. Gerald stayed him. "
"Comin'! comin'!" returned the constable, shuffling towards him. ”
He smiled at the naiveté of her suggestion. “Well, hello there. 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. ‘Ah, Madame Joan. And, as he was about to put himself into a posture of defence, his mother clasped
him in her arms. ’
‘Oh, is he?’ Gerald said grimly. The wall of the sky, the wall of the
horizon, the wall behind which each human being hid—the wall behind which
she herself was hiding! If only her mother had lived, her darling mother!
Presently the unhappy puzzlement left her face; and an inward glow began to
lighten it. Though nearly dark, there was still light enough left to enable him to discern
surrounding objects.
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