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Her eyes threatened to leak tears, she blinked. “Oh, yes,” the stranger remarked good-humouredly. "And I'll bet a doughnut that boy in his soul is crazy to have it over with. So he sharpened a score of pencils, and after fiddling about and rewriting the last page he had written the previous night, he plunged into work. This last operation was so fatiguing, that for a short time he was obliged to pause to recover the use of his fingers. He continued his ditty, in spite of the angry glances of his leader. 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. It would be very good to be Capes’ friend. "Gracious Heaven!" exclaimed the knight, upon whom a light seemed suddenly to break.
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