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But come in, dear. "Not a syllable," replied Wild. It felt too good. The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases. Of his own certain knowledge he could tell them that. 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.
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