" At the sound of his voice every vestige of colour fled from Winifred's cheeks, and the work upon which she was engaged fell from her hand. His face fell. Melusine opened her eyes at him. Three short days. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. Spurlock halted in his tracks.
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