Martha had grumbled at being obliged to report
the matter to Mother Josephine, who had decreed that Melusine must confess to
Father Saint-Simon. She was delivered home by 11:30pm. “It does nothing but sit there. Tell me how you are earning your living
here, Anna—typewriting, or painting, or lady’s companion?”
“I think,” Anna said, “that the less you know about me the better. "
"How?" exclaimed the other. She stared
down at them from a high window, peering down at their
moonlit faces in the bed heavy with furs, the same bed
where she had given birth to Gianfrancesco’s dead son. ”
“I can’t be portentous, dear, when you’re about. While
waiting for his coming she had stated her present and future relations with him
with what had seemed to her the most satisfactory lucidity and completeness. ’
‘That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. “Are you aware, Ann Veronica, you nearly throttled that gentleman?”
Then she reviled her own foolish way of putting it. To find the true father at
the expense of the beautiful fairy tale Ruth had woven around the woman in the
locket was an intolerable thought.
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