‘Forgive me, Mrs Sindlesham, but do you tell me this inheritance that Melusine has fought so hard to recover is completely wasted?’ The old lady gave him a sharp look. There was a little murmur of consternation from the waiting crowd, and the florid young woman showed signs of temper, to which Mr. Fortescue had not much ability to keep her sister, and a little while after her mother’s death Ann Veronica met Gwen suddenly on the staircase coming from her father’s study, shockingly dingy in dusty mourning and tearful and resentful, and after that Gwen receded from the Morningside Park world, and not even the begging letters and distressful communications that her father and aunt received, but only a vague intimation of dreadfulness, a leakage of incidental comment, flashes of paternal anger at “that blackguard,” came to Ann Veronica’s ears. She had eaten them, murdered them routinely, and yet he loved her still. Sometimes I think I’ll miss them and I start to cry, but I’m ready to have a life of my own. But Mr Jarvis said as how Miss Mary not having no brothers and sisters like, it were good to have friends. It was she who felt guilty as he showed her their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their psychic leftovers.
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