But I don’t care; I haven’t a spark of shame. ” He said flaccidly. She turned her head away sharply. The expression pervading the countenance of the one was vulgarity;
of the other, that which is rarely found, except in persons of high birth. Wood, leaping from the bed. Her eyes flashed. Wood; "to be sure you are! I wonder how you dare
show your face in this house, hussy!"
"I thought you sent for me, Ma'am," replied the widow, humbly. He told her something about
music, the great world outside. "
"Oh, I see. 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. A shiver slid down inside her.
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