To be a convict -- he's her dear beloved father, whatever her parentage, and his love and goodness outweigh anything. But she won't tell anyone else. She wouldn't even if she didn't know how it would grieve and horrify him. What would this kind Dr. Joly think of the man he's been treating, if he knew? She won't risk the consequences, for any and all of them.
"It doesn't matter what it is. It doesn't! He's a good man, a saint, there's no harm to anyone in his secrets. Only he holds them so very close. And -- and I can't tell you, M. Joly, why he's made himself so very ill. I don't know. We would have given him anything he needed, my husband and I, if we'd known. He's always had his secrets and his whims. I don't know what he was thinking."
This is... more true than not, anyway. But what she does know, she won't say.
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To be a convict -- he's her dear beloved father, whatever her parentage, and his love and goodness outweigh anything. But she won't tell anyone else. She wouldn't even if she didn't know how it would grieve and horrify him. What would this kind Dr. Joly think of the man he's been treating, if he knew? She won't risk the consequences, for any and all of them.
"It doesn't matter what it is. It doesn't! He's a good man, a saint, there's no harm to anyone in his secrets. Only he holds them so very close. And -- and I can't tell you, M. Joly, why he's made himself so very ill. I don't know. We would have given him anything he needed, my husband and I, if we'd known. He's always had his secrets and his whims. I don't know what he was thinking."
This is... more true than not, anyway. But what she does know, she won't say.