Everything was going to hell. “Four,” Anna decided firmly. If you know her for the vicious, scheming wretch that she is, why in God’s name—?’ ‘She’s not a vicious, scheming wretch,’ Gerald said calmly. White leaned forward in her chair with an anxious smile designed to throw oil upon the troubled waters. Katy oozed money from every pore of her being. She was a lone white woman, therefore marked. She shuddered; the room was unfamiliar and unwelcoming. Now Owen Wood had one fair child, Unlike her mother, meek and mild; Her love the draper strove to gain, But she repaid him with disdain. Melusine fetched her stool and plonked it down next to her great-aunt’s chair. She saw her life before her robbed of all generous illusions, the wrappered life unwrappered forever, vistas of dull responses, crises of makebelieve, years of exacting mutual disregard in a misty garden of fine sentiments. There followed a silence which endured several minutes; or, rather a tableau.
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