” “Heavens!” the lady exclaimed. " On a shelf was placed a row of paint-jars; the contents of which had been daubed in rainbow streaks upon the adjacent closet and window sill. . It was a copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and awakened a thousand tender recollections. This getting up at dawn—real dawn—and working until seven was a distinct novelty. "But there's nothing more to see in Canton. It did not occur to her that save for some accidents of education and character they had souls like her own. It seemed to her at this moment that there was nothing left for her to do.
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