He too was flushed and ruffled; one side of his collar had slipped from its stud and he held a hand to the corner of his jaw. The glass in the windows was broken—the roof unthatched—the walls dilapidated. Gerald watched her vanish into the darkness, unusually incensed. ‘Forgive my not rising to greet you,’ she said, holding out a claw-like hand. My son wanted to marry a woman of thirty in a tobacconist’s shop. ’ She bit her lip, and then turning her face away, emitted another sigh. Then she raised the glass nearer to her lips. I just thought perhaps a different boy was in store for you.
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