His arms slipped around her waist as they were on the doorstep and he kissed her lips sweetly. “Is Lady Lescelles in?” he asked the butler. He might go on as the devoted lover until he tired. So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them. Clarice was from Lombardy, fair-haired and light skinned. There was no one to be seen in the great hall. Though encumbered by his irons, his step was firm, and his demeanour dignified.
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