“Who the hell are you, Lucy?”
“Promise me you will never tell anyone. —Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her
most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries. But it does not sound as if the
girl that wears the name resembles either of her parents. She moved her hand off of his knee, deliberately
slow. “You see, daddy, I don’t think it IS preposterous. ”
They talked for a while in somewhat dreamy fashion, Anna especially being
more silent than usual. A single blanket constituted his sole covering at night. She could not
explain in words why they disappointed her or that she was disappointed. In the distance a bell clanged, and chattering broke out in the doorway as
several nuns came crowding in.
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