There was a murmur or two among the watchers on the bench, but no one ventured to intervene again. Part 6 When Ann Veronica reached her little bed-sitting-room again, every nerve in her body was quivering with shame and self-disgust. 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. There came a wild rush of anthropological lore into her brain, a flare of indecorous humor. Here she would find candy awaiting her, bits of ribbon, books. But in this posture he fared worse than ever. At the period of this history, the main streets of the metropolis were but imperfectly lighted, while the less-frequented avenues were left in total obscurity; but, even at the present time, the maze of courts and alleys into which Wild now plunged, would have perplexed any one, not familiar with their intricacies, to thread them on a dark night. But he was so feeble, that it seemed scarcely possible he could offer any effectual resistance in case of an attack. . Now you can understand why every minute is a torture to me. Her mother did not seem to like the new doctor at all, shunning him with a near superstitious dread. Everything I could do! Your father sat up all night.
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