He turned the wheel carefully as he touched her neck with the other, threading her soft curls in between his slim fingers. Fame of any sort was folly and she knew better. She stood there with white set face and nervously clenched fingers. She said she hoped she had not distressed him by the course she had felt obliged to take, and he told her not to be a fool. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. . At the Palazzo she had been confined to her own sunny windowed quarters most of the time, but she had the entire run of the inside of the manor. What he needed most in this hour was a bottle of American rye-whisky and a friendly American bar-keep to talk to. She was tempted to touch him in the car as they drove to the empty house, but she refrained for fear of causing a car accident.
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