She remained
by the door until the walls of the city swallowed the bobbing lantern. She was chic, distinguished, unusual. I was sure
you could not have the heart to slay a child—an innocent child. 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. Suspicion was in his face. "
"Oh, I see. But the mere recognition
of his son’s signature was enough to stoke the fires of his long-held rage. Had this not
been the case, he must have refused even to see his Frenchified granddaughter. But I’m going to-day. Entering the Lodge, the first person he beheld was Austin, who was only just up,
and whose toilette appeared scarcely completed. “Oh, dammit!” he remarked, “dammit!” with great bitterness as he faced it. “Father,” she cried, “I have to live!”
He misunderstood her. They don’t now. ‘But a spy I am not. Expiation.
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