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and she never has.”<br />
“I can see why you both fell into the same confusion,” Trevor continued, still looking down at the<br />
painting. “For there is an undeniable similarity in the faces, something very like in the mouth and the<br />
chin. And yet the woman in this portrait is not Dorinda Spencer.”<br />
“Meaning what?” said Rayley, throwing up his hands in exasperation.<br />
“Meaning that your casual comment was closer to the mark than Emma’s theory,” Trevor said.<br />
Rayley had heard this tone in Trevor’s voice before and knew what it meant. Pieces were dropping<br />
into place for his friend, and the larger picture was beginning to become clear. “LaRusse’s madness<br />
is born from guilt as well as poison. It is not Dorinda whose face he paints alone, by the dark of<br />
night. It is her sister Rose, the woman who bore his illegitimate child and then disappeared.”