“I really do not believe,” he announced with satisfaction, “that any one would recognize me. Lady Lescelles, graceful, very fashionably but quietly dressed, leaned back and watched her with shrewd kindly eyes. She moved then, fast, taking refuge behind a Chinese screen that was set beside the four-poster at the back of the room. It was 1582. Satisfied, however, that she did not notice him, Jonathan glided away as noiselessly as he came, and ascended another short flight of stairs leading to the garret. Her patience was waning fast. She was posing before the mirror, critically, miserably, defensively, and perhaps bewilderedly.
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