’ She dropped to her knees before her old nurse and hugged the workroughened hand with both her own, looking up into Martha’s face where slow tears were tracing down her cheek. ” “It might become one,” he answered. It is my business to know most people. Happy to do anything in my power. In response to an almost imperative gesture from the nurse, Anna laid her hand upon his. She could feel his eyes surreptiously scanning her backside. “Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are? Why all the secrecy?” She looked beyond the farmhouse. Her husband sat in a chair beside her bed, his head in his hands. He must fight the thought continually, day in and day out. He called a waiter. “I have no wish,” he said, “to altogether ignore the fact that you are my wife’s sister, and have therefore a certain claim upon me. “I won’t pretend,” he said, “that this is an accident. I would have liked to know. She even hit the jackpot in 1952 when she found a photograph in a London issue of Vogue.
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