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yours and mine, if you will have it,” she said coldly, drawing away from him.
Louie sank back into his seat and gave it up. “Why do you think such naughty things? I don’t believe it, you know! You are so touchy. Scott and Kitty may be a little stand-offish, but it might very possibly make them feel better if you went at them nicely about this.” He rallied and began to coax again. “She’s got it into her head that the McGregors have a grudge, Doctor. There’s nothing to it.”
Rosamond had grown quite pale. Her upper lip, that was so like her mother’s when she was affable, so much harder when she was not, came down like a steel curtain. “I happen to know, Louie, that Scott blackballed you for the Arts and Letters. You can call that a grudge or not, as you please.”
Marsellus was visibly shaken. He looked sad. “Well, if he did, it wasn’t very nice of him, certainly. But are you sure, Rosie? Rumours do go about, and people like to stir up family differences.”
“It isn’t people, and it’s not rumour. I know it positively. Kathleen’s best friend told me.”
Louie lay back and shook with laughter. “Oh, the ladies, the ladies! What they do to each other, Professor!”
St. Peter was very uncomfortable. “I don’t think I’d accept such evidence, Rosamond. I don’t
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