Jane’s footsteps stop at the threshold.
“What is the matter, child?”
Margaret smiles, sadly. “Jane, I am blind, not stupid. You have always been known as a soothsayer. Will you not tell me the truth now? Baptiste is to marry Angela, is he not? I shall never be his bride.”
“Ah, my poor dear.” Jane’s stick clicks against the floorboards. “I should not have deceived you. But I feared that in your despair, you would have done yourself an injury.”
Margaret can’t help laughing a little. “The thought did cross my mind,” you confess. “But I think…
[These responses are all far too rational. Take me back to the angst!]
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