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. Some automaton within her produced in a quite unfamiliar voice the remark,
“They’re playing football. “No, it was simple. Wood in a sharp tone. He was the true optimist; and that he should proceed, serenely
unconscious of reefs and storms, she accepted the double buffets. Capes was something superadded. “Yes, I will go,” she promised, with a queer little smile. “I would have given up anything to
see you your old self again—as you are this evening. Half the rooms empty. The poor child! What frightful things she must have seen on that island of hers!
The noise of crashing glass caused a diversion; and Ruth turned gratefully
toward the sound. I
shall not let you go till I am quite sure. But
this afternoon it discovered an unusual vein of irritability in her. We were alike. His spirits
revived, and encouraging himself with the idea that the present impediment,
though the greatest, was the last, he set himself seriously to consider how it
might best be overcome. “Thank goodness!” said that retreating aspect, “that’s said
and over.
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