She appeared not to have realised the implications of her outburst, but clung a little to Gerald’s hands which had taken hers in a comforting clasp. . “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. “If my own mother was alive,” sobbed Ann Veronica, “she would understand. Mike chimed in. Mary is very good, but she is too nervous to be the slightest protection. More than half the city perished. He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things. Nobody knows what his real name is, but he's a Hollander. I never made any effort to touch them; so by and by they learned to light fearlessly on my arms and shoulders.
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