Did she suppose him a possible pretender to her daughter’s hand? The girl—Dorothée, if memory served—was clearly marriageable, but he imagined most of these unhappy exiles were all but penniless. “What else was I to do?” For some seconds she stood watching him and both were thinking very quickly. We’re regarded as inflammable litter that mustn’t be left about. She had not felt comfortable in his presence from the first, and with Leonardo’s precepts in mind, was loath to trust him. Why had he glanced up—quite in that way?.
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