“Did she? I’m sorry, Mike. But her tears had been for Leonardo’s expulsion, and the loss of his companionship. “You can count upon me, Nigel,” she said. But finding his hints totally disregarded, he, at length, swaggered up to the table, and thrust in a chair. Stanley, produced a portrait from its hiding-place in the jewel-drawer under the mirror. He was a civil servant of some standing, and after a previous conversation upon aesthetics of a sententious, nebulous, and sympathetic character, he had sent her a small volume, which he described as the fruits of his leisure and which was as a matter of fact rather carefully finished verse. Not a breath was drawn.
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