Nora was waiting in the hall to confront her when she got home. “So you’ve done it, then?” the Irishwoman said in a harsh whisper.“I have,” Cosima said calmly.“And you, with your mother dying in this house! Cavorting with himself like a trollop!”Cosima felt the first stab of guilt. “Is Mother all right?” she cried.“She’s fine,” said Nora, relenting. “Sleeping like a baby.”Cosy turned on her savagely. “You scared the life out of me, Nora!”“You deserve to have the life scared out of you,” Nora replied. “Out fornicating all night while your mother—”“Is sleeping like a baby!” said Cosima. “You know where I am, if I’m needed. You know where I am, and you know who I’m with, and you know what I’m doing, and I don’t care!”Nora gaped at her. “You’re not going back?”Nora had no inkling that intercourse with a man might be even vaguely pleasant, let alone worth risking one’s immortal soul.Cosima lifted her chin. “I am, woman, and if you try to stop me, woe betide you.
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