She looked in the glass over and over as she checked for lint and makeup streaks. He would raise her up once again, ply her with silks and jewels again, all of the accoutrements of the new generation: the cars, the toys, the restaurants, and the prestige. ‘Damn you, what’s the matter with you?’ he snapped in frustration. 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. Presently he felt motion. “Only four spoonsful left,” she declared briskly, “and your turn to buy the next pound, Sydney. . ’ Melusine shifted her shoulders. It felt too good. Still, it was true about men.
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