"No," replied Wild; "and I've only listened to your absurd proposal to see how far your insane attachment to this lad would carry you. Suddenly he came to a stop, his mouth agape. 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. They are blinded to all fine and subtle things —they look at life with bloodshot eyes and dilated nostrils. “You must leave me your address if you please,” he said, as she rose to go. “We mustn’t have any unpleasantness, and Mr. Her lover, Darrell, has embarked upon the Thames, where, if he's not capsized by the squall, (for it's blowing like the devil,) he stands a good chance of getting his throat cut by his pursuers—ha! ha! I tracked 'em to the banks of the river, and should have followed to see it out, if the watermen hadn't refused to take me.
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