Jonathan shook his head. He certainly bore inspection. Hogarth, didn't I see you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?" "Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. Kent say to it?" "He thinks so highly of it, that he says if he had a daughter he would give her to the artist," answered Gay, a little maliciously. The intoxicating sense of novelty had given place to a more business-like mood. Immediately he was gone, she regretted that she had not followed. All the precious paintings and statues of the divine family were here, as was the enormous wooden crucifix set above the altar. It was now whitening, hissing, and seething like an enormous cauldron. Hitherto, no visiters had been permitted to see him.
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