’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Miss Froxfield frostily. "Not in the least," returned Kneebone, slyly, "not in the least. Would you tell her … now?" his eyes flaming with mockery. Then she stepped back into the empty room and stood for a moment looking down upon the scattered fragments of her last canvas. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company.
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