I mean—I
mean to do what I can. Leonardo had told her it would happen, and warned her to
make use of it. ‘En tout cas, I have waiting for me a cavalier. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew
pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in
welcome. Wood's bed-chamber—it was locked, with the key left in it. Full as she was of him, it felt good to shower
her kill out of her hair. I struck him across the face, jumped out and went back by
train to Paris. "
"We may believe as much of that as we please, I suppose," observed the
carpenter's wife, with a sneer. A fire enveloped her, a fire which was strangely
healing, filling her heart with warmth, blotting out the menace of the world.
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