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“
Yes
.
You
are
your
mother
’
s
son
as
well
as
your
father
’
s
.
Go
then
to
Mademoiselle
Bella
.
Tell
her
everything
.
Keep
nothing
back
—
and
see
what
she
will
say
!
”
Jack
looked
irresolute
.
“
Go
to
her
as
a
boy
no
longer
,
but
a
man
—
a
man
bowed
by
the
fate
of
the
Past
,
and
the
fate
of
Today
,
but
looking
forward
to
a
new
and
wonderful
life
.
Ask
her
to
share
it
with
you
.
You
may
not
realize
it
,
but
your
love
for
each
other
has
been
tested
in
the
fire
and
not
found
wanting
.
You
have
both
been
willing
to
lay
down
your
lives
for
each
other
.
”
And
what
of
Captain
Arthur
Hastings
,
humble
chronicler
of
these
pages
?
There
is
some
talk
of
his
joining
the
Renaulds
on
a
ranch
across
the
seas
,
but
for
the
end
of
this
story
I
prefer
to
go
back
to
a
morning
in
the
garden
of
the
Villa
Geneviève
.
“
I
can
’
t
call
you
Bella
,
”
I
said
,
“
since
it
isn
’
t
your
name
.
And
Dulcie
seems
so
unfamiliar
.
So
it
’
s
got
to
be
Cinderella
.
Cinderella
married
the
Prince
,
you
remember
.
I
’
m
not
a
Prince
,
but
—
”
She
interrupted
me
“
Cinderella
warned
him
,
I
’
m
sure
!
You
see
,
she
couldn
’
t
promise
to
turn
into
a
princess
.
She
was
only
a
little
scullion
after
all
—
”
“
It
’
s
the
Prince
’
s
turn
to
interrupt
,
”
I
interpolated
.
“
Do
you
know
what
he
said
?
”
“
No
?
”
