‘But who was he, Gerald?’
‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. ‘I don’t think you need do that, Melusine—if I may call you so. ”
“Yes,” said Ann Veronica, “I agree to that. Will you marry me?”
Anna looked at him in blank amazement. She trembled; but she did not know why. He did not notice that Ann Veronica was preoccupied
and heavy-eyed. Capes was an exceptionally fair man of two or three-and-thirty, so ruddily
blond that it was a mercy he had escaped light eyelashes, and with a minor but
by no means contemptible reputation of his own. Jonathan, though
a very powerful man, was like an infant in his gripe. Ann Veronica felt no repulsion at the prospect. ‘Jacques! This—this bête he attacks me, and you stand there and you do
nothing. Never again to be alone! To fit herself into this
man's life as a hand into a glove; to use all her skill to force him into the position
of depending upon her utterly; to be the spark to the divine fire! He should have
his book, even if it had to be written with her heart's blood. Her eyes were lit with
mirth, the corners of her mouth quivered. But I must summon my janizaries.
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