He righted a chair and sat in it, his face in his hands. Here again instinct guided her. “Yet it is my last evening, and I think —if you are sure that you would like to have me—that I will risk it. If so I shall have to leave. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. Annabel, I was lying. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. 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.
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