Then he threw the letter at me. ’ Melusine’s instant annoyance must have shown in her face. Wood, with a look meant to reduce her supposed rival to the dust. "Of course," rejoined the bystander, who had just spoken, and who was of a cynical turn,—"the greater the rascal, the better they like him. . " "Oh, that!" He raised his head, staring at her in blank astonishment. . “Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the downstairs. Gianfrancesco was not ugly, in fact, perhaps he was rather handsome after all. To-night the subtle suggestiveness of those few daring lines, fascinating in their very simplicity, the head thrown back, the half-closed eyes—the inner meaning of the great artist seemed to come to him with a rush. Lucy stared out to the busy streets beyond. "I've seen him some years ago, I believe," answered Wood; "and, though he must be much changed by this time, I dare say I should know him again. I knew where I would go next: Florence.
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