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. She examined Michelle’s pale face. Too damned chickenhearted to confess to me he’d run off with the woman. But I mustn't think of these things, or I shall grow mad. The aunt rushed over to her nephew, knelt and wrapped him in her arms.
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