’ A scowl crossed the lady’s face. She tried gentle words with him, beguiling perfumes, even slipped aphrodisiac tisanes into his soup. Ann Veronica pushed aside a tea-cup and the vestiges of her strawberries and cream, and put her elbows before her on the table. ‘Yes, for there were too many females for the vicomte to make me a dowry. She had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. " "And now you are back in the world again, with things to do and places to go. But your cracked skull is by no means a pleasing spectacle.
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