‘Who?’ his lips said, after a long pause.
‘Larrie.’
‘My God!’ he cried.
He could hardly breathe, the figure kneeling by the window was only a confused blur to him.
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]The choking sobs began again.
He walked up and down, wildly.
‘Where is your child?’ he said, stopping at the end of the room.
She sobbed, and laughed and choked.
‘He took it, he has taken everything, and isn’t it queer, I don’t care in the very least?’
He stayed at the end of the room, the table and several chairs between them.