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He noted the strong white teeth as they snipped the thread. These were the Master's body-guard. I know now that I was mistaken. 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. " "What!" exclaimed Mrs. "I can't," answered Blueskin. It was past seven when she got back to her hotel.
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