The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. It is better as it is. It is enough to make a man throw away canvas and brushes into the bottomless precipices, enough to make one weep with despair at his utter and absolute impotence. " "Very well," replied Thames, about to depart. ‘His wife? Pah!’ ‘You’re saying she is not his wife?’ ‘I am saying nothing.
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