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When the bell rang, she lagged behind as was her habit. 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. “I’m only arguing against your position of what a woman should be, and trying to get it clear in my own mind. ’ ‘Uh-oh,’ came from her infuriating suitor and his eyes dropped to the weapon she was dragging from the holster under her petticoat. But she had loved the man. She auditioned and got a summer job teaching violin at the Mozart summer music camp for children, catching the luckiest of breaks. She looked at the white ankle socks on her feet and was reminded simultaneously of her pajama outfit and the suitcase that still lay underneath the bed. She paused for a moment. ” “Then perhaps,” she answered, with a new coldness in her tone, “perhaps I really do not care.
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