Lucia watched in fascination as Isobella nodded at her,
only three years older than she, nursing her son with a
contented smile upon her face. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing
livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at
their back. Her heart ached; and that puzzled
her. The necessity which had previously existed of leaving the ghastly evidence of
the murderous deed undisturbed,—the presence of the mangled corpse,—the
bustle of the inquest, at which her attendance was required,—all these
circumstances produced a harrowing effect upon the young girl's imagination. ’
‘Je m’en moque. “I wonder,” said Ann Veronica at last, “if I am beautiful? I wonder if I shall
ever shine like a light, like a translucent goddess?—
“I wonder—
“I suppose girls and women have prayed for this, have come to this—In
Babylon, in Nineveh. “What do you think you are doing?” He asked. Talk to her of the new
story; divert her; for this day her heart has been twisted sorely.
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