But after all, what did it matter
whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and
one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols. Her hair got loose, her hat came over one eye, and she had no arm free
to replace it. Sir John heard gossip about us—about Anna the recluse, a paragon
of virtue, and Annabel alias ‘Alcide’ a dancer at the cafés chantants, and
concerning whom there were many stories which were false, and a few—which
were true. What a mercy that the blow aimed at her by the ruffian,
Wild, though it brought her to the brink of the grave, should have restored her to
reason! Ah! she stirs. ‘Parbleu, the house, is it broken in the least? I do
not think so. There was
a gulf of eight years between her and the youngest of her brace of sisters—an
impassable gulf inhabited chaotically by two noisy brothers. I suppose you have come to see your
granddaughter. "What is it?"
"The night," she answered. She gently placed
the car back upon the ground.
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