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"
Yes
.
I
try
to
deserve
it
.
"
"
Does
it
mean
some
people
make
it
hard
on
you
in
other
areas
of
your
life
here
,
Dane
?
"
she
asked
,
shrewdly
.
"
No
,
not
really
.
Who
one
knows
is
n't
important
.
I
never
think
of
it
,
so
nor
does
anyone
else
.
"
The
room
,
the
red
men
!
Never
in
all
her
life
had
Justine
been
so
conscious
of
the
redundancy
of
women
in
the
lives
of
some
men
as
at
that
moment
,
walking
into
a
world
where
women
simply
had
no
place
except
as
humble
nun
servants
.
She
was
still
in
the
olive-green
linen
suit
she
had
put
on
outside
Turin
,
rather
crumpled
from
the
train
,
and
she
advanced
across
the
soft
crimson
carpet
cursing
Dane
's
eagerness
to
be
there
,
wishing
she
had
insisted
on
donning
something
less
travel-marked
.
Cardinal
de
Bricassart
was
on
his
feet
,
smiling
;
what
a
handsome
old
man
he
was
.
"
My
dear
Justine
,
"
he
said
,
extending
his
ring
with
a
wicked
look
which
indicated
he
well
remembered
the
last
time
,
and
searching
her
face
for
something
she
did
n't
understand
.
"
You
do
n't
look
at
all
like
your
mother
.
"
Down
on
one
knee
,
kiss
the
ring
,
smile
humbly
,
get
up
,
smile
less
humbly
.
"
No
,
I
do
n't
,
do
I
?
I
could
have
done
with
her
beauty
in
my
chosen
profession
,
but
on
a
stage
I
manage
.
Because
it
has
nothing
to
do
with
what
the
face
actually
is
,
you
know
.
It
's
what
you
and
your
art
can
convince
people
the
face
is
.
"
A
dry
chuckle
came
from
a
chair
;
once
more
she
trod
to
salute
a
ring
on
an
aging
wormy
hand
,
but
this
time
she
looked
up
into
dark
eyes
,
and
strangely
in
them
saw
love
.
Love
for
her
,
for
someone
he
had
never
seen
,
could
scarcely
have
heard
mentioned
.
But
it
was
there
.
She
did
n't
like
Cardinal
de
Bricassart
any
more
now
than
she
had
at
fifteen
,
but
she
warmed
to
this
old
man
.
"
Sit
down
,
my
dear
,
"
said
Cardinal
Vittorio
,
his
hand
indicating
the
chair
next
to
him
.
"
Hello
,
pusskins
,
"
said
Justine
,
tickling
the
blue-grey
cat
in
his
scarlet
lap
.
"
She
's
nice
,
is
n't
she
?
"
