”
John’s father added, “I came home to find Carolyn in a
panic and fire trucks outside my son’s bedroom. Cursing under his breath,
Gerald moved swiftly across and dragged her away. ‘How do you know?’
‘Exactly,’ pounced Roding bitterly. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as
you Yankees say. “Do you think it is fair of you to
persecute me just now?”
“It is not persecution, Anna,” he answered gently. "I might return the question. Leave Martin Chen and his family alone. You have taken upon your shoulders the burden of her
misdeeds. "
After all those former bitter failures, this cup was sweet, even if there was the
flavour of irony. She liked his face; it had on it the suggestion of gentleness, of
fineness. He poured a pinch of tobacco into his palm and
sniffed.
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