” Lucy considered the irony that Michelle had spent seventeen years waiting to escape the suburban existence she had always longed to live. It was like the grin of a fiend, and made my flesh creep on my bones. 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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