Her father
read a draft prospectus warily, and her aunt dropped fragments of her projects for
managing while the cook had a holiday. Lucy clutched the pencil in defeat. Gianfrancesco was not ugly, in fact,
perhaps he was rather handsome after all. ‘Tchah! So you’re the whelp’s girl, are you? Suppose you’ve nothing but that
villainous French in your tongue. And
when she learned that she had been doubly cheated, what then? His thoughts
began to fall on her side of the scales, and his own misery grew lighter as he
anticipated hers. You must—you shall be mine. The
first time, I overlooked the offence; but the second time, when I had planned to
break open the house of his master, the fellow who visited you to-night,—Wood,
the carpenter of Wych Street,—he betrayed me. She will
die if she knows I have a gun. Mind, when we were all growed up, it were
different. Her face expressed nothing. A few seconds sufficed to clear the passage, through which it had
previously cost him more than two hours to force his way. It was not due to
shyness: it was the inherent instinct of the Woman, a protective fear that she
must retain some elements of mystery in order to hold the interest of the male.
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