”
“I won’t keep you very long, daddy,” said Ann Veronica. I
knew where I would go next: Florence. On the same day, moreover, which, by a
curious coincidence, was the birthday of the Chevalier de Saint George, mobs
were collected together in the streets, and the health of that prince was publicly
drunk under the title of James the Third; while, in many country towns, the bells
were rung, and rejoicings held, as if for a reigning monarch:—the cry of the
populace almost universally being, "No King George, but a Stuart!"
The adherents of the Chevalier de Saint George, we have said, were lavish in
promises to their proselytes. Was that it? Had she
clothed this unhappy young man with glamour? Or was it because he was so
alone? She could not get through the husks to the kernel of what really actuated
her. She felt a lump
rise in her throat, for she had come to love living in
America. Beautiful sculptures of sugar and
almond paste decorated the long tables, delicate replicas
of flowers and miniature animals, even a small Palazzo
sculpted from cakes graced the table. The first of these, whom he addressed as Mr. She patted John's
head with her palm, its surface appealingly fuzzy. And
Leonardo told me never to trust any man. Her head dipped
deeply into the current, and she narrowly escaped being swamped.
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