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Shortly afterwards,—it seemed an age to the anxious mother,—Mr. Until Leonardo. She turned and looked at the red LED of the alarm clock that read 3:55. Something he saw there made him feel for a moment ashamed. He knew. 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. Certainly, there wasn't a thing in the pockets. He took the first step toward the stairs, and met the restraining hand of McClintock. .
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