From the window he saw The
Tigress faring toward Copeley's! Then somebody was coming? Some political
high muckamuck, probably. It might be dangerous to thwart him. You hear what I say, Quilt?" he added, looking
at Jack. ”
“Ugh! That poor girl! What a horrible guy! Did he?”
“Yeah, it was his. “Thank goodness!” said that retreating aspect, “that’s said
and over. As silent as she had remained about who had brought her home last night. "Suppose he does. How I envied Gianfrancesco on his
wedding night, how I writhed in agony just thinking
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about his intimacies with you! Then you became
pregnant, and there he was, posturing and gloating like
the rest of the family, my divinations of a boy in your
womb pronounced. One post-midnight meeting, she
could stand it no longer. Was
there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully
furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were
they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a
rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going
astray. She was a
schizophrenic, got locked up later in some sort of state
mental ward. His voice had
changed, the joy had gone out of it; and she understood that something from the
past had rolled up to spoil this hour.
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