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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. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. She was herself conscious of a recklessness of spirits almost
hysterical. The recollection was too painful, and he burst into an agony of
tears. The carpet was a quiet drugget and not excessively worn, and the
bed in the corner was covered by a white quilt. Having disposed of his steed and
swallowed a glass of brandy, without taking any other refreshment, he threw
himself on a couch, where he sank at once into a heavy slumber. “Happened! Oh, many things,” she declared indolently. ’
‘What sort of “down on your luck”?’ asked Alderley. So, then, when McClintock offered the coveted haven, Spurlock became afire to
dramatize the idea. ”
“Hampstead didn’t suit Lady Ferringhall,” Ennison remarked. She dragged the broken bottle
across her carotid artery, creating an inch-deep gash upon
her throat. .
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