"Mrs.
Waldeaux," she said, with decision, "you need sleep, or you would not talk in that way.

Lisa is not a curse.

Nor a voodoo witch.

She came to your son instead of to any other man--because he chose her out from all other women.

He had seen them." She held her curly head erect.
"As he did choose her, he should make the best of her." Frances looked at her as one awakened out of a dream.