Anna turned deliberately away from the bedside. It was warm, shielding, comforting, and what was more, full of understanding. ‘But, Gérard—’ ‘Don’t start arguing,’ he said in a tone that brooked no defiance. A few minutes later she left the house on foot, and taking a hansom at the corner of the Square, drove to Anna’s flat. (What was the name he had given her that day?) He was walking beside the chair upon which appeared to be a bundle of colours. I know my son's voice too well.
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