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She has returned.

Roger’s inexplicable obsession with the painting, his vanishing and reappearances, even his slipping into the voice of my father — it all makes sense.

It was all a prelude for Angelique to return, now in the raven-haired guise of Mrs. Roger Collins!  (I dare say that I’ve received neither papers for annulment nor divorce, so my solicitors may be calling upon her.)  She played the innocent, but the connections are so clear that I want to shout them out to those who’ve not yet reached them.  However, that is somewhat solipsistic, given my rather vintage perspective.  It takes a man who has an identical portrait of his ancestor hanging in the halls of Collinwood to know the truth about a woman who has an identical portrait of her ancestor hanging in the halls of Collinwood.

I should be blind with rage, but I feel amused and almost relieved.  First, she has unfolded herself.  Second, she has done so in an utterly pedestrian way, fit more for, well, star-struck chambermaids than for mature women.  Ha!  I have you, Angelique!  I have you!

BC

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