“I came to London,” said Ann Veronica, “rather because of my own difficulty. He roused curiosities. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. The material cares of life hang about your neck like a millstone. They seemed to her that morning to be all armed with nets and prepared to throw them over her directly her movements became in any manner truly free. To be complete, my vengeance must be tardy. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. Father had traveled to Florence to the Mercato Nuovo, staying away for a half year at a time paying court to the house of the silk merchant Iovelli, which was patronized by none other than the Medicis. CHAPTER XXVI Spurlock went out on his toes, careful lest the bamboo curtain rattle behind him.
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