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That’s all about it. ‘I rather suspect,’ added Prudence, ‘that Major Alderley’s motives were somewhat different. Could you pull over? She asked. We looked upon you, my dear Sir John, with reverence, almost with awe. I'll not speak of Jack or Jonathan. 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. When he faced Spurlock, the granite was cracked and rived; never had Spurlock seen such dumb agony in human eyes. Come. Having heard from Thames that you were better, and that your sole anxiety was about me, I came to give you the first intelligence of my escape. Perhaps she was.
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