And so gentle as the poor creature is, when she's not in her wild fits—it would melt a heart of stone to see her. They are not bad girls, but the average tourist has that misconception of them. 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. Wood wound it up by a description of the drenching he had undergone at the Mint pump, the other could hold out no longer, but, leaning back in his chair, gave free scope to his merriment. Her head dangled unnaturally for an instant, unleashed from its moorings, then sank to join her husband’s on the floor. She turned them down and gently placed the violin back in its red fake fur lined chamber.
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