’
‘Bravo,’ applauded Lucilla, clapping her hands. That is why I called myself Anna. ‘But you have told them that I have been disguised,
no? That I have broken into Remenham House, and—’
‘No, no, child, don’t be alarmed,’ said her great-aunt, her tone soothing. When she awoke, she felt sick, her mouth still
salty with blood. She was sore with the perplexities of her
preposterous position. “When did you look up my mother’s records at the
Joliet library, Michelle?” Lucy asked, trying not to
incriminate herself by sounding confrontational. One’s got to be a better man than one’s
father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or
nothing. I mean—I
mean to do what I can.
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