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Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite
unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. 133
“TRY ME!” He yelled, his voice booming into the
cacophony beyond the walls. The white cloth was instantly dyed with
crimson; but, regardless of this, Jonathan continued his murderous assault. ‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening,
her jaw dropping open. ‘I suppose he isn’t this Leonardo you spoke of?’
‘Certainly he is not Leonardo. A
creeping numbness invaded her. He sat up in his chair as though the question
had stung him. But it's so wonderful to watch you! Whenever you have written something
beautiful, your face shows it. Then began expostulations, preluded by a
telegram and headed by her aunt. You DO use vile language!”
“Forget about it like this. "
"What!" she exclaimed, staring eagerly in his face.
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