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what the truthis; I just want to get it straight! One person comes along and says Dr. Eierkopf's my father --"
"Ha," Miss Hector said scornfully.
"-- then another person says it's Dr. Spielman --"
The import of her "Hmp" at mention of this name I could not assess, though I listened closely.
"And you've said different things at different times yourself," Anastasia went on. "Even that I'm not your daughter. . ." Her voice grew less steady.
"Oh, now," Virginia Hector said. Anastasia repeated that her affection for her mother could not be diminished by the facts, whatever they were -- at least she began to repeat some such sentiment, but was overtaken midway by tears.
"Now, now, now. . ." So like was that voice to the one that had gentled my two-score weepings in terms gone by, I could have wept again at sound of it. I yearned to burst in and beg my Lady Creamhair's pardon; must press my forehead to the frosted door-glass to calm me. Some minutes the ladies wept together. Then there was a snap of purses and blow of noses upon tissues, after which Virginia Hector said: "I have much to
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