Your mother, for what it’s worth to you—for there’s nothing for you here, by God!—was the woman I chose for Nicholas. Stanley decided to treat that as irrelevant. Especially when they wear cologne. She had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. Capes sat down in the armchair beside her. He was braver than her husband, who paced and cowered in the corners of the once-sunny Palazzo.
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