She obeyed, extending her arm. You are an artist by the Divine right of birth, but whatever form of expression may come to you at some time it will not be painting. “Didn’t you know he was married?” asked Miss Klegg, and was struck by a thought that made her glance quickly at her companion. His head was small and bullet-shaped, and he did not wear a wig, but had his sleek black hair cut off closely round his temples.
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