‘I wish you joy of the wench. He heard the door close;
and in a little while he fell into a doze; and there came a dream filled with
broken pictures, each one of which the girl dominated. ”
“Above all, no one except I can know what you are. "If I spoke to him, my interest might be misinterpreted. Her skin prickled. 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. He gave her
silence in return. You were dying and your baby along with you. It was difficult to get right. ’
‘I don’t want to think it,’ he said, and she thrilled to the savagery in his tone.
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