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The
old
woman
studied
Paul
in
one
gestalten
flicker
:
face
oval
like
Jessica
’
s
,
but
strong
bones
.
.
.
hair
:
the
Duke
’
s
black
-
black
but
with
browline
of
the
maternal
grandfather
who
cannot
be
named
,
and
that
thin
,
disdainful
nose
;
shape
of
directly
staring
green
eyes
:
like
the
old
Duke
,
the
paternal
grandfather
who
is
dead
.
Now
,
there
was
a
man
who
appreciated
the
power
ofbravura
—
even
in
death
,
the
Reverend
Mother
thought
.
“
Teaching
is
one
thing
,
”
she
said
,
“
the
basic
ingredient
is
another
.
We
shall
see
.
”
The
old
eyes
darted
a
hard
glance
at
Jessica
.
“
Leave
us
.
I
enjoin
you
to
practice
the
meditation
of
peace
.
”
Jessica
took
her
hand
from
Paul
’
s
shoulder
.
“
Your
Reverence
,
I
—
”
“
Jessica
,
you
know
it
must
be
done
.
”
Paul
looked
up
at
his
mother
,
puzzled
.
Jessica
straightened
.
“
Yes
.
.
.
of
course
.
”
Paul
looked
back
at
the
Reverend
Mother
.
Politeness
and
his
mother
’
s
obvious
awe
of
this
old
woman
argued
caution
.
Yet
he
felt
an
angry
apprehension
at
the
fear
he
sensed
radiating
from
his
mother
.
“
Paul
.
.
.
.
”
Jessica
took
a
deep
breath
.
“
.
.
.
this
test
you
’
re
about
to
receive
.
.
.
it
’
s
important
to
me
.
”
“
Test
?
”
He
looked
up
at
her
.
