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. She fought him at first, screaming at him, but he did not relent. There was a lock, apparently more than a foot wide, strongly plated, and girded to the door with thick iron hoops. ’ ‘No, sister, I know that, but—’ ‘You needn’t tell me. Don’t leave me.
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