Restlessness, then, was the trouble, simple restlessness: home bored her. ’ She set down her glass with a snap. ” “We should go back. Lose no time. And he, her lawful husband, dared not go to her and console her! Accursed—all of them— Enschede, Ruth, and himself. ” She smiled grimly at the recollection of that lunch—tea and roll at a cheap café. “I suppose all life is an affair of chances. ‘Let go!’ ‘Do you take me for a fool?’ Gerald demanded. The vicomte must be well known to those high-born who have gone to England. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man? Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift? But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah, but that had been after he had played for her. ‘I do not need for you to tell me this.
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