Then, after Capes had been through her work and had gone on, it came to her that the fabric of this life of hers was doomed to almost immediate collapse; that in a little while these studies would cease, and perhaps she would never set eyes on him again. Washed in light from the vestry window, she held her ground, all thought at bay, bar the steel determination long ago instilled in her by her unconventional tutor. She had fled back to Florence quite intent on slitting the new bride’s throat. Painting is only one slender branch of the great tree. He meant to take her out of this room, perhaps even out of the house. ’ ‘Unless it is Captain Roding,’ put in Lucilla Froxfield from the curved back sofa on the other side of the fireplace. ” She side-stepped into his living room from behind a square white column.
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