She held out her arms to him and smiled. “The white unaggressive woman who corrects and nurses and serves, and is worshipped and betrayed—the martyr-queen of men, the white mother. We dressed it in a little music. You are your nephew's executioner, or he is yours. Most people, every one I know else, seem to have mated with foreigners and to talk uneasily in unfamiliar tongues, to be afraid of the knowledge the other one has, of the other one’s perpetual misjudgment and misunderstandings. ’ It seems that I was mistaken. “Oh, Veronica!” she said, “to leave your home!” She had been weeping.
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