“Useless—worse than useless. And how could I come home—when he locks me in rooms and all that?” “I do wish this wasn’t going on,” said Miss Stanley, after a pause. “You must come and see me some afternoon,” she said to him. 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. ’ No Latin? And no guns or daggers, naturally. Nigel, do you know that I have been very jealous?” He avoided the invitation of her eyes. Without preamble, in a voice of extreme exasperation, he demanded, ‘Now what the devil’s to do? What in God’s name do you mean by sending Gerald such a ridiculous letter? Never read anything half as crazy. It was as much as I could do to prevent him flying out of the house there and then and coming after you. "Don't go, I beg of you!" she implored.
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