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He was not able to recognize, as the doctor did, that she was only a natural woman. Well, it had to happen somewhen. “And you must please not look at me as though I were an executioner,” she declared lightly. “Yes. 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. . There was the same airy grace of movement, the same deep brown hair and alabaster skin. "This must be prevented," he added to himself.
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