She could smell the sweet girl child he had buried in the garage in autumn, 1 even under the frozen ground. If that's true, she's not long for this world. Leonardo was to me perhaps like a father, not a lover as you think. 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. The significance of the kiss was still obscure to her, though she had frequently encountered the word and act in the Old and New Testaments and latterly in novels. But this time she wanted nothing for herself: she wanted something for Hoddy—success.
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