“What did you say?” “Well, I considered myself justified in denying it,” Anna answered drily. ” “Well?” “Lunch! I am hungry—tragically hungry. "So you're writing under a nom de plume, eh?" said McClintock, holding out the letter. He was accompanied by a young man of about seven-and-twenty, who carried his easel, set it in its place, laid the canvass upon it, opened the paint box, took out the brushes and palette, and, in short, paid him the most assiduous attention. " He patted her hand. " After a moment Spurlock said: "Perhaps I am an ungrateful dog. I have given up painting.
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