‘She won’t confide in you? Now, why?’
‘Because that scoundrel Leonardo drummed it into her head that no man was
to be trusted,’ Gerald announced viciously. He pulled rein at the sight of her, saluted, and regarded
her with his rather too protuberant eyes. I
don’t think any surroundings could throw a shadow on you. But I do not love you. She tried to imagine herself
“getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or
as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and
independent flat. She thrust at him, following, almost spitting him as he
crashed against the altar, rocking the huge candlesticks and the vessels that stood
on it. A scene now ensued, highly characteristic of the age, and the occasion. Wood heard the cry.
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