She fell into a deep delirium, whispering hoarsely to her dead mother, cursing God in Heaven, cursing her doctor, cursing herself as apparitions of devils and demons pulled at her with yellow ochre hands. Anna was not “Alcide” of the “Ambassador’s,” whose subtly demure smile and piquant glances had called him to her side from the moment of their first meeting. She thought of the smiles she would gather when she brought forth his first grandson. “Don’t worry, Julian. That is my real milieu, and one that I am convinced you would not only adorn but delight in. Warm life was behind that always, even if it slept.
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