’
‘But, Hilary—’
‘Don’t you begin, Lucilla, for I won’t stand for it. She crawled into her small bed,
dizzy with the thoughts of him, of kissing him. She stared
down at them from a high window, peering down at their
moonlit faces in the bed heavy with furs, the same bed
where she had given birth to Gianfrancesco’s dead son. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then
that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. "
Spurlock laughed. Some of their specimens—wonderfully
selected, wonderfully got up. "Old Van told me if he grew up he would be hanged. Supposing she saw the young man at dinner that night, emptying his bottle? She
could not go to him, sit down and draw the sordid pictures she had seen so often. However having a considerable amount of pride, she
decided she would disavow these undesirable topics and keep her mind away
from them just as far as she could, but it left her at the end of her school days
with that wrapped feeling I have described, and rather at loose ends. ’
‘You would speak of the house?’
‘Many’s the time little Miss Mary would say her papa meant for her to have it,
she having no brothers and sisters at all—when we played together I mean, she
and me and Joan Pottiswick. They poisoned the system
with lead and exploded half the time on the other side. They were on their way back home, or so she had
thought. It ought never to have begun.
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