There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. I’ve told you that practically already. The same look she had often seen in the eyes of the drunken beachcombers her father had brought home, and it had not filled her with horror. ‘What did you do with the portrait then? Not that I suppose it is much use any longer. He heard me; but he never came in to ask what was the matter.
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