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She fidgeted and looked away. 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. He will not provide for the daughter. Besides, it is all reversed now, you know. Fellows are drawing up the necessary papers, but gave Gerald a letter of authorisation for you, mademoiselle, to use in the interim. But before the Grieg concerto was done, she knew that she was free. The signs of tears had all gone, but some subtle change seemed to have stolen into her face. The preparations to meet him were immense, roses were planted everywhere, white and drooping with honeyed fragrance. "Auntie?" he cried. After fifteen years, to find that peculiarly Occidental attribute—college loyalty—still alive in his heart! A Western idea that had survived; an idea that was merely the flower of youthful enthusiasm! With his hands still in his sleeves, his chin down in speculation over this phenomenon, he continued his patrol.
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