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No, darling. ” “I do not know, my angel. He must care for us and protect us. He must cure disease. ” She did, she nearly slept, exhausted by her day, but still she struggled back. ” Constance thought she asked. “He is at his work. ” Constance turned with a start, for he had appeared, behind her in the doorframe. ” “You need not trouble yourself,” she began, but he only restated his intentions. She withdrew, granting him this role he had never before desired, and she could feel, almost smell his continuing and constant anger.
But they were wrong—she could still stimulate a ﬂush of pride at their error—for ten months later she had given him Angelica, though the child was most vicious in her arrival, endangering her mother’s life even after she had been safely delivered. Constance could take no nourishment, nor stand. She could not, at ﬁrst, even feed her child without fainting away. When Nora brought a wet nurse for her approval, the meeting so saddened her, she did not speak, so Nora took the leading role, questioned the girl, had her undress to display her nipples to Constance.
Barton, in disobeying. Another coin and still another pressed into her throbbing, bleeding hands, and Angelica was screaming most terribly. Constance opened her eyes. No nightmare: the child was screaming. With shaking, still aching hands, Constance ran down the stairs, down the hall, and burst into Angelica’s room. “What is it? ” She swept the girl into her arms, pressed her awkwardly against her, difﬁcult to hold the weight and sprawling limbs. “Mamma,” murmured the blinking girl. ” Constance pulled the child’s contorted hand from between their tightly pressed bodies.