If
not, I'll convey him to St. Borrow. “How can you know?”
“I think—perhaps I am rather a cold-blooded person. ”
“Of how beautiful my children would be?” He
finished her sentence. “The Holy Ghost! The Pope! My mother!” She
squealed. 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. I know nothing
about the matter, but I feel convinced that you are right. Your life, and that of your child, are in my power. Why? While the
front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of
underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as
much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back
chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?”
His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some
secret or forbidden or impossible lover.
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