It was a copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and awakened a thousand tender recollections. Faugh!” She took up the last morsel of roll, and held it delicately between her long slim fingers. When my father died, and we were left alone in Jersey, I was quite a long time deciding whether I would go in for singing professionally or try painting.
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