She climbed back into the window an hour before
sunrise. As Leonardo had himself
pronounced, who better than a mountebank to teach of the perils awaiting the
unwary? Who better than a wastrel to demonstrate the worth of thrift? And who
could instruct better in the matter of affections than one who had thrown them
away?
‘If he had loved me,’ she said, in the flat tone she had learned to use to conceal
her vulnerable heart, ‘he would have left me at Remenham House to live a life of
an English lady. In a few minutes
after the delivery of this note he will be in Newgate. “I heard your voices, and the hall
is draughty. Gods! what
it must be to pour out strong, splendid verse—mighty lines! mighty lines! If I do,
Ann Veronica, it will be you. She was recalling the
circumstances under which she had engaged herself to Manning, and trying to
understand a curious development of the quality of this relationship. There’s that old gentleman at the end of the
table—Bullding his name is. His father and mother were a lawyer and a
doctor, respectively. How she needed him!
Next moment, she had wrenched open the door, and was confronting her
guard. The
pole-chair caravan resumed its journey.
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