She sat, crouched together, by the corner of the hearthrug under the bookcase that supported the pig’s skull, and looked into the fire and up at Ann Veronica’s face, and let herself go. The one through which she had come and Gosse had entered behind her. ‘We will converse in your own tongue,’ he said in French as he led her away.
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