Marthe has told me that the house comes to my mother, Ma—ry Re—men—ham. Hill again—alive. ‘Though he didn’t mean it. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. But you had better know the truth to start with. . Wild. We have met before. 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.
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