’ Melusine took refuge in defiance. His name was Bartolomeo di Alberti. 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. You cannot—shall not retreat. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. Men are against her. But I don't look for peace on this side the grave. "I thought I heard a noise. No matter how often she came across this phase in love stories, there was never anything explanatory: as if all human beings perfectly understood. .
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