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She did not have the power of men. It’s just that I want to say. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. Not like my father. It is different. But it’s love you should’ve had when you were tiny and I didn’t give it to you. A swift frown brought the still dark brows together for a moment. Will you not remember what has passed between us? I have the right to take my place by your side. Ann Veronica said nothing. I have tried taking a little blood from various donors. I feel a mixture of beast and uncle. He has had brain fever since, and, as you say, I am more like what you were then than you yourself are now.
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