‘And me?’ ‘Oh, you’re mad because you wish to blow off my head. I saw it this morning in the Daily Journal—an advertisement, offering a reward—" "A reward!" echoed Jack. ‘And you mean this? Truly?’ ‘Entirely. If I had been quite quiet and white and dignified, wouldn’t it have been different? Would he have dared?. On the contrary, it was impossible to look at him without perceiving that his resolution was unshaken. 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. It was John Diedermayer, who had been transformed into a young scholar with a large pair of wire-rimmed eyeglasses on.
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