Not many years ago, two men, employed on this duty, quarrelled during the night, and in the morning their bodies were found stretched upon the pavement of the yard beneath. I did not care—no woman really cares—to play the beggar maid to your King Cophetua. 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. ’ ‘I was called in, ma’am, to catch a French spy—at least, that is what Pottiswick thought. He stopped before her suddenly. ’ ‘But where? Where has he gone? Always he goes off, and he says no word to anyone. ” “But don’t you see how I must stand to you? Don’t you see how it bars us from being lovers—You can’t—at first. She made a curious movement toward her niece, then suddenly, convulsively, she dabbed down something lumpy on the table and turned to follow her brother. She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes.
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