The flowers and turf, a wild strawberry, a rare butterfly, and suchlike little intimate things had become more interesting than mountains. “Guess who I’m going out with?” Michelle asked her one day at lunch. 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 uttered something like an imprecation. I’m not half smart enough for the West End. It does not work, I still suffer madness. ‘Wait a minute, though.
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