“Well, I don’t think you told him as much as that, did you?” Lady Lescelles
asked. "I'm at your mercy, Poll," rejoined Kneebone, abjectly. As Leonardo had himself
pronounced, who better than a mountebank to teach of the perils awaiting the
unwary? Who better than a wastrel to demonstrate the worth of thrift? And who
could instruct better in the matter of affections than one who had thrown them
away?
‘If he had loved me,’ she said, in the flat tone she had learned to use to conceal
her vulnerable heart, ‘he would have left me at Remenham House to live a life of
an English lady. For a time she furnished the flat. This
circumstance produced no further alteration in his demeanour except that he
endeavoured to abstract himself from the surrounding scene, and bend his
attention to the prayers which the ordinary was reciting. The winter had turned sea and sky to a wet gray.
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