”
“It’s wonderful. You need
have no apprehensions about him, Sir Rowland. My own impression is that he already
knows. In a little while—to-morrow—all
these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was
yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. His voice had broken. "What is a sing-song girl?" she asked. For a moment she thought of
saying yes, and then filled with shame. “Vee,” she said, “come home. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her
voice was flat and faint. “My dad is into this stuff. Get the pole out of your ass. ’
At that, a flush drenched her cheeks and she snatched her hand away. "Your sympathy is being wasted. ’
‘What husband?’
‘Precisely. ’
‘Of Leonardo? Yes, I will tell you.
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