‘Her purpose, if you will believe me, is to get herself a dowry so that she may marry an Englishman. She had better escape if she can. ’ ‘Ah, non?’ Her voice was neutral. Instead, she laughed, laughed with lips and eyes, laughed till the tears ran down her cheeks. I——” She threw herself into an easy chair. Then a roar of hisses. "Your uncle, Sir Rowland?" "It is no idle boasting," replied the other. Gosse sneered.
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