It’s not you—not a bit. How the deuce did I ever manage to father such a brainless nincompoop? A nun, for God’s sake! A confounded Catholic nun. “Is that a challenge?” She shrugged her shoulders, all ablaze with jewels. Lots of us are like that. Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis. I have neither father, mother, brother, sister, nor husband—I have only him. You need fear no interruption from him, or any of his myrmidons.
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