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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 am a thing to be used. This roof is still open to you. E. Assessing him as harmless, she had remained friendly, albeit aloof. It was a different world. I’m not a lovesick boy. On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting.
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