Did he drink too much last night? I don’t recall.* Laurana responded. “ All that I seem to remember consists of a butler—one of your friends perhaps?—pitching endless amounts of liquor at my husband; indubitably in an attempt to wring some money out of the ordeal, I think.” Whilst finishing her point, she had begun to approach Janelle, folding her arms into the deeply gridelin robe, and slowly moving her chin down to face her maid, scowl quickly coming to her call.
“Now, Ms. Usha, you mus*’t rile yourself. Please, keep calm.” Janelle responded, backing towards the entryway, and groping behind her, perhaps to find the door-handle before Laurana had the chance to get to her rant—get to Janelle.
“Perhaps it was Asetré; he’s always been after my money.” Laurana continued, growing in both her rant, and in her demeanor; she was now waving her arms about in speculatory patterns, inventing new tales with each grand gesture. “Or that servant we got rid of last week, come back to take advantage of our hospitality—and our MONEY!” she continued, ending this statement with a shriek. “The fiends—cowards—hideous monstrosities. I can’t stand any of them. They’re after me, and I won’t have it!” She had now finished her descent of the stairs, and was fast marching upon Janelle, nearly at her husband’s incapacitated body.
“And you,” she said, pointing a peremptory finger at Janelle. “You were in on it all. Giving information, giving secrets, hints, access. You caused it all! You turned my husband into that decrepit mass, that insubstantial sorry excuse for a person! It was you! GUARDS! GUARDS! Come help me! This woman, she’s here, and trying to pry an old woman’s last family from her; trying to rip the last seam of the Usha’s fabric. GUARDS!” Laurana was now passed the small table which stood by the doorway, and was leaving the house, in pursuit of this woman.
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