"Why, first," rejoined Austin, "there's Sir James Thornhill, historical painter to his Majesty, and the greatest artist of the day. Kneebone, who was on the point of departing. She refused coffee, though she knew that anyhow she was doomed to a sleepless night. I watched you wait at the farmhouse! But I couldn’t compromise your safety! You must have realized that!” She lowered her voice to a loud whisper. He—In fact, he—he locked me in my room. There was no one at home, and I was coming away when I saw that the door was open.
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