Don't blame the Nazis, Peter shot back. It was absurd to be upset because Phil wasMrs. He'd taken her tobreakfast at Claridge's. And tortuous memories of theweeks of her father's trial, his death, assaulted her.
Asalways she was among the attending mothers. Stop it! Iris caught at his wrists, breathless with the effort tosubdue him. Now she was relieved that Iris had never told Petershe was Jewish. Hitler keeps it going! It's the Jews, like Mosley said! Peter leaped to his feet, his faceflushed a dark red.
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