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Lonely and miserable though she was , she had at least the sense of shelter . Pride , too , sustained her , for , looking back to the night they met , months ago , she could remember no word nor act , or even a look of hers that had been out of keeping . Over and over again she insisted to herself , stubbornly : `` I will have nothing that is not true , -- nothing that is not true . '' In the midnight silences , when she lay wide awake , though all the rest of the world slept , the words chimed in with her heart-beats : `` Nothing that is not true -- nothing -- that is -- not true . '' Madame Francesca , loving Rose dearly , became sorely troubled and perplexed . She could not fail to see and understand , and , at times , feared that Allison and Isabel must see and understand also . She watched Rose faithfully and shielded her at every possible point .