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“I am afraid that you are making a mistake,” she said. 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. Accordingly, he stopped the coach, dismounted, and hastened towards the assemblage, which, he was glad to find, consisted chiefly of a posse of watchmen and other guardians of the night. ‘But you have told them that I have been disguised, no? That I have broken into Remenham House, and—’ ‘No, no, child, don’t be alarmed,’ said her great-aunt, her tone soothing. The booming voice and the energetic movements spoke plainly of hurry. " "Didn't the natives have a name for you?" She blushed. "Do me the favour to seat yourself, Jack," said Sir James. “We’ll go together. To have you is all important. She could not apply it in this instance because she was not sure the application would be correct. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. “Lucy, this isn’t funny anymore. The risk I run is nothing to yours.
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