He had
mentioned teaching her how to read Latin one day when
she had wandered into the library. ‘Monsieur, my wife intended not to anger you,’ he said in a tone of apology. For all that she
was of exceptional intellectual enterprise, she had never yet considered these
things with unaverted eyes. Sebastianus claimed to have met her back in Mantua
after the betrothal. The note-passer lagged behind with her. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. “To the view that all women ought to have votes whether they like it or not. Were I to let you go, you'd say I
feared you. Somehow her walk home
with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic
rejection, a slamming. Sheppard, so that if the blow had been stricken she must have received it. You have been to me like a mother, not only a wetnurse.
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