In the matter of his conscience he was primitive; and for an educated man to become primitive is to become something of a child. “I am going,” she said grimly, with three hairpins in her mouth. “Even if he lives here you may go all your life and never come face to face with him again. I want to go on with my University work under proper conditions, now that I’ve done the Intermediate. A little smothered cry broke from her lips—the curtains were thrown aside and a man stepped out. As Leonardo had himself pronounced, who better than a mountebank to teach of the perils awaiting the unwary? Who better than a wastrel to demonstrate the worth of thrift? And who could instruct better in the matter of affections than one who had thrown them away? ‘If he had loved me,’ she said, in the flat tone she had learned to use to conceal her vulnerable heart, ‘he would have left me at Remenham House to live a life of an English lady.
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