His bodily suffering, however, was nothing compared with his mental anguish. Aliva's husband, who passed by the name of Darrell, confronted them sword in hand. “I thought you were coming right across the Park. "I generally do," replied Blueskin, pouring out a bumper of sack. ” “Very sad—very sad indeed,” he remarked uneasily. He was accompanied by a young man of about seven-and-twenty, who carried his easel, set it in its place, laid the canvass upon it, opened the paint box, took out the brushes and palette, and, in short, paid him the most assiduous attention.
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