She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free. 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. You cannot possibly leave me here alone with Gerald.
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