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Chapter 17

           "Iwillbeyourmasterintheartofloving!"

           "Itisadifficultart!"shesaid—"Iamafraiditwilltakealife-timetocompletemytraining,evenwithmy‘master.’"

           Andasmilestilllingeredinhereyes,givingthemawitch-likeglamour,whenIkissedheragainandbadehergood-night.

           "YouwilltellPrinceRimânezthenews?"shesaid.

           "Ifyouwishit."

           "OfcourseIwishit.Tellhimatonce.Ishouldlikehimtoknow."

           Iwentdownthestairs—sheleanedoverthebalustradelookingafterme.

           "Good-nightGeoffrey!"shecalledsoftly.

           "Good-nightSibyl!"

           "BesureyoutellPrinceRimânez!"

           Herwhitefiguredisappeared;andIwalkedoutofthehouseinachaoticstateofmind,dividedbetweenpride,ecstasyandpain—theengagedhusbandofanearl’sdaughter—theloverofawomanwhohaddeclaredherselfincapableofloveanddestituteoffaith.

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