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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. “Oh yes,” said Miss Klegg; “I thought every one knew. The woman I wanted was another man's wife. What had she so
nearly said? She had almost spoken a name—and quickly withdrawn it. "I've a good deal to do. ‘Didn’t mean to say that. Manning loomed up ever and again into her world, full of a
futile solicitude, and almost always declaring she was splendid, splendid, and
wishing he could talk things out with her. ‘Yes, a very sad story,’ agreed the major. Somebody to whom she would be necessary, who for days would have to depend
upon her for the needs of life. ‘And I am
thinking now that you may be very suitable. “So I see that you have become content with your
hardscrabble existence, your week-to-week survival, your
Martin Chen!”
“Who?”
“Your limp-wristed lover!”
“Um.
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