"As yet," pursued the stranger, "Sir Montacute had placed no limit to his son's expenditure. Have you not tired of sadness and pain?” 81 She thought she could hear tears in his voice but would not look at him. Nervously he pulled alongside the dilapidated oncewhite farmhouse. That bruise will answer the same purpose. It was not only Leonardo who had instilled in her this distrust of men. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters.
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