” He
said. “The fact is—I don’t know why—this takes
me by surprise. “I first saw you crossing the river Arno, after a spring
rain had spoiled the day for everyone except the ducks. I've just left your
nephew. Kneebone's cheeks glowed with rage, and he set down the wine untasted, while
Blueskin resumed his song. I must say what I have to say!”
“But not now—not here. The
queer phase of the dream was this, she was at no time a woman; she was
symbolical of something, and he followed to learn what this something was. “For I know that you love Ennison. 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. .
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