Ann Veronica could at the same time ask herself what this queer old gentleman could have meant by speaking to her, and know—know in general terms, at least—what that accosting signified. I believed I was strong enough to go on in silence; but I'm human like everybody else. “Why would she do that? Why does she care? That’s a waste of her time. ‘But I will tell you this, mon vieux. In a tall glass the rind of a Syrian orange was arranged in spiral form. Your poor cheeks are quite sunken and hollow. And if she was ever found living in the area like that, homeless, John could somehow find out. 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.
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