On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. He quickly responded to her kiss and grasped her to him, kissing her deeply. Then she stepped back into the empty room and stood for a moment looking down upon the scattered fragments of her last canvas. " "There's no hurry. She tugged at my coat and said, ‘I know of the blue-eyed maid. He was a stranger.
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