The old farmer would stroke his whiskers and worry ...
What does "worry" mean here? Does it simply mean worry beads?
The fuller text:
Friends from the country would send an invitation: Come see us! We want to feed you. We have plenty of everything! The survivor would arrive at the village, unable to believe his eyes. The farmhouse would be twice its prewar size. A refrigerator would be standing in the kitchen, a washing machine in the hall. There would be Oriental carpets on the floor and original paintings on the walls. The sausage would be served on silver platters and the beer in cut glass. The old farmer would stroke his whiskers and worry, “No sense denying it – we did very well during the war. People had to eat, you know, and with a little thinking... But now things are different... Just as long as the Communists don’t take over...”
Under a Cruel Star, A Life in Prague 1941-1968 by Heda Margolius Kovály
Translated by Helen Epstein.