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“How could I, when your sister sings now at the
‘Unusual’ every night and the name ‘Alcide’ flaunts from every placard in
London?”
“The likeness between us,” she said, “before I began to disfigure myself with
rouge and ill-dressed hair, was remarkable. On the way home he was still thoughtful. Immediately he was gone, she
regretted that she had not followed. The joke of it is that he’s married to her now, and cuts me dead. After all, why need one look down. Her wedding gown! She wondered if the spirit of the unknown
mother looked down upon her. I see that I am a beast—I beg your pardon, bête—and an imbecile, and
an idiot. If only this child were his:
what good times they would have together! The thought passed on, but it left a
little ache in his heart. Her features
were meagre, and ghastly white, and had the fixed and horrible stamp of
insanity. The calvacade was now put slowly in motion. ‘Cousin? But I
am a fool. ’
‘Why must you?’ asked Gerald calmly. So I undertook to
protect her by keeping love out of her life, by crushing it whenever it appeared,
obliterating it.
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