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Updated: June 1, 2025
Shall I tell you about her now? Can you bear to hear the story of Genevra?" There was a nod of assent, and Katy turned her face to the wall, clasping her hands tightly together, while Wilford drew his chair to her side and began to read the page he should have read to her long before.
Why should you be afraid? Have you not with you the most wonderful, the most brave sahib? Would he not give his life for you?" The dark eyes sparkled with understanding aye, even mischief. Genevra felt that this Oriental witch knew everything. For a long time she looked in uncertain mood upon that smiling, wistful face.
"Oh, if something only would happen!" exclaimed her ladyship. "A riot, a massacre anything! It all sounds like a farce to you, Genevra, but you haven't been here for five months, as we have." As they moved away from the vine-covered nook in the garden, a hand parted the leaves in the balcony above and a dark, saturnine face appeared behind it.
"He seemed strangely agitated for a moment or two, Genevra, and then he laughed yes, laughed in my face, although it was such a long way off. People can do what they like over the telephone, my dear. I asked him if he was ill, or had been hurt. He said he never felt better in his life and hadn't a scratch. He laughed I suppose to show me that he was all right.
He had much of the temperament of his father, who, although exemplary in his single and married life, was distinguished for his Platonic gallantry, and cherished a poetic attachment, according to the fashion of the day, for various ladies throughout his career, such as Genevra Malatesta, the beautiful Tullia of Arragon, and Marguerite de Valois, sister of Henry III. These follies were but the froth of his genius, however; and in this respect his son followed his example.
"Wait, my lord!" she whispered and turning, beckoned to one behind her, and lo! Genevra came forward bearing a blue banner. "My lord," said the Duchess, "behold here thy banner that we have wrought for thee, Genevra and I." So saying, she took the banner and gave it into Beltane's mailed hand.
Giles's ready tongue faltered for very gratitude and on each tanned cheek were bright, quick-falling tears. "Giles," said she, "thou wert true and faithful to my lord when his friends were few, so methinks thou should'st be faithful and true to thy sweet Genevra so will I make thee Steward and Bailiff of Mortain an my lord is in accord "
But it was better not to confess this to Katy, and so he evaded the question, and continued: "My brother's failing health, as well as Hatty's, prevented them from suspecting what was going on, and when at last we went to Italy they had no idea that Genevra was my wife.
She will not mind it then. I shall take her where I first met Genevra, and there I will tell her. Is that right?" "Yes, if you think so," Mrs. Cameron replied.
For this I had no redress except in an open avowal of the relation in which I stood to her, and this I could not then do, for the longer it was deferred the harder I found it to acknowledge her my wife. I loved her devotedly, and that perhaps was one great cause of the jealousy which began to spring up and embitter my life. "I do not believe that Genevra was at heart a coquette.
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