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I believe—I believe that I must risk it. But all those empty years!… My heart was hot. 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. They would arrive sometime in June. "You are the son of Sir Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. "Whatever you like, Hoddy," she agreed, wiping the sweat from her forehead. 'Avow nothing, believe nothing, give nothing for nothing,' is my own motto. ‘Did it indeed?’ ‘I should think he’s guessed, don’t you?’ ‘Without any doubt at all. He brought his mother to call, and as you know the Countess goes scarcely anywhere. Somehow or other his reputation as a hardened and unassailable bachelor had won for him during the last few years a comparative immunity from attentions on the part of those women with whom he had been brought into contact.
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