She ignored it until it repeated itself. “I don’t know. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. She auditioned and got a summer job teaching violin at the Mozart summer music camp for children, catching the luckiest of breaks. The truth at once flashed across his mind. “Good-looking rascal she met at Worthing. I have a new cult to teach, a new enthusiasm. Things happen to women—proper women—and all they have to do is to take them well. He declined supper, but took wine. 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.
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