You don’t understand. He was halfway across the ballroom, where the dancing had ceased for the
musicians to take a well-earned rest, when Roding pounced on him. Wild here presently, and I wouldn't for the
world—Zounds!" he exclaimed, as the figure of the thief-taker appeared at the
wicket, "here he is. Father had traveled to Florence to
the Mercato Nuovo, staying away for a half year at a time
paying court to the house of the silk merchant Iovelli,
which was patronized by none other than the Medicis. But threats and entreaties—even promises were ineffectual; and
the unlucky captive, after exhausting his powers of persuasion, was compelled to
give up the point. She was quite the rage, in a small way, you know. And as for not
knowing me, you abominable little liar, you’re perfectly aware that we met at
Remenham House.
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