Out of the Past — page 127: what you’re looking at

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124 Out of the Past. continued: “You see, I know all about it. I know that woman to be even worse than you think. She was never M. Vignaud’s wife. Under the same pretense she had me play to a company of nondescripts—frightful beings who have haunted me ever since—they seemed so pol- luted, indescribably worse than she.”’ Robert’s wrath was ready to break when she added: “I understand what she was trying to accomplish with you; but what was she doing with me?” “God knows—perhaps. Dieu merci, you are out of it. But I must not forget. I have more to tell you, and it is the worst.” “You have done something °” doubtfully. “No. I told you of the bells of St. Cloud ?” “Ves, and of the mother, the child, the heat. I seem to see and feel it.” “It is not so very much to tell, after all—only it has controlled my imagination for so long. The woman was my mother.” Rose clasped her hands. “You were the child! And the priest?” “Was Father Benedict.” The story seemed simple now that it had been told. But Robert’s eves fell as he con- tinued, with fear of what he might see in her face when Gomichsooks (E(0)