” “Poor you!” said Ann Veronica. My dear—I can call you that here, anyhow—I know that. She struggled fiercely not to give way. The night was clear and moonlit, dazzling with even light blue shadows that shone into manicured lawns and pristine gardens. That had shut him up for a while. "Ah, I see it all!" he cried, with a quick glance. Without you I should never have recovered either health or reason. 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. Beethoven; he’s the best of them.
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