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There were one or two bitter moments in his life when he had been made to feel that gentility laid on with a brush may sometimes crack and show weak places—that deportment and breeding are after all things apart. “No Christmas dinner,” she said, “or anything nice! One doesn’t even know what you are doing. The crowd dispersed in different directions, and most fortunately a heavy shower coming on, put them altogether to flight. "Gone," replied the wounded man. White told me where to find you. Funny codgers, aren't they?" he said. The eminent painter had handsome, expressive features, an aquiline nose, and a good deal of dignity in his manner. Tears sprang to her eyes. The Widgett mental furniture was perhaps worn and shabby, but there it was before you, undisguised, fading visibly in an almost pitiless sunlight.
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