Too many. The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. She rang again with the same result. The one I have is a duplicate. Leonardo was to me perhaps like a father, not a lover as you think. She glanced at him and made a dismissive gesture. ‘Do you think I could endure to hear you prattling your abominable French in my ear day by day? Enough to drive me straight into my grave. ‘I find you excessively rude. Enschede—that's a queer name.
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