“What’s that young lady’s name—girl in dark brown, stranger here?” Mr. Why, honestly enouch. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. "What the devil are you about! Will you allow yourself to be beaten by a couple of kids?" "Not if I can help it," returned Abraham, making a desperate effort to regain his feet. He had gained admission somehow, and he too was waiting for Anna. “Tell her,” said Mr.
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