”
“But—”
“He left her alone. She walked for a mile or more recklessly, close veiled, with swift level footsteps,
though her brain was in a whirl and a horrible faintness all the time hovered
about her. The expression pervading the countenance of the one was vulgarity;
of the other, that which is rarely found, except in persons of high birth. Suddenly Anna felt her hand seized and imprisoned in
Courtlaw’s burning fingers. They stank, and she hated how they
blocked the sunlight. “Go on!”
“People talked to you in Paris about us,” she continued, “about Anna the
virtuous and Annabel the rake. But there are ways to learn
more than a nun would teach. ‘Mademoiselle. ‘Gone!’ he said. 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. I want to know who sent you those. "Now come along, Jack. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. Here a little delay occurred. “I cannot thank you, Sir John,” she said.
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