“She was the High Priestess who turned me in Greece, before Rome. She had asked about that already, and her father had replied, evasively: “We’ll have to see about that, little Vee; we’ll have to see about that. “I suppose I ought to congratulate you,” he said. It was a boy baby cooing in swaddling clothes, a baby who had just been born to the butcher's servant across the alley, the maid Isobella who trailed behind, beaming. He was suddenly calm. At this juncture, Sir Cecil and his followers appeared at the threshold. I'll see. “Why should it matter?” he said. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune.
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