‘I agree with you. Mr. On taxing his recollection, the whole circumstance
rushed to mind with painful distinctness. “You’re. ”
When he brought home papers from Florence
verifying that she had been declared dead having
committed suicide the fateful day at the manor, she could
barely believe Gianfrancesco’s signature at the bottom of
the page. The air was sweet with the perfume of
flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the
heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. “And to think that it’s not
a full year ago since I was a black-hearted rebel school-girl, distressed, puzzled,
perplexed, not understanding that this great force of love was bursting its way
through me! All those nameless discontents—they were no more than love’s
birth-pangs. ’
‘And where do you propose to go?’ enquired Gerald carefully.
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