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In the pause she realized the attention of the others converged upon her, and that the tears were brimming over her eyes. "Why, first," rejoined Austin, "there's Sir James Thornhill, historical painter to his Majesty, and the greatest artist of the day. It amounted to two-and-twenty pounds. Someone bounded up the stairs, which groaned from the strain, unmistakably Mike. A dissipated, loose-living man. She treaded down the hall swiftly but stopped abruptly when she heard a voice in back of her. That place was closed by the police last month. "I haven't offended you?"—not contritely but curiously. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast.
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