Sebastian rose from the tomb. I told you no good would come of it. I—I hurt myself. “I am in love with you. “I don’t see what he has to do with my coming to London?” “He—he worships the ground you tread on. But come in, dear. “But don’t you know about me?” he said at last. ” “I will buy books and a lay figure,” he declared, “to practise upon. ” “What do you want?” he asked, bluntly. ‘Brung the lantern, I did, and opened the door again in case you was ready. ’ ‘Must we talk of it? I’m trying to forget it. We'll turn the tables upon 'em yet.
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