Supper was over. " After narrowly examining the countenance of the sitter, and motioning him with his pencil into a particular attitude, Sir James Thornhill commenced operations; and, while he rapidly transferred his lineaments to the canvass, engaged him in conversation, in the course of which he artfully contrived to draw him into a recital of his adventures. Melusine had confessed this morning, that she had borrowed his horse, that Jack had met with his accident through her fault. “Oh, please. Around him were all the evidences of plenty. Melusine came back to the present to discover that tears were rolling down her cheeks. It would be useless to tell her to go back, even heartless; and yet he could not advise her to go on, blindly, not knowing whether her aunt was dead or alive. A shiver slid down inside her.
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