‘What in the world is that?’ demanded Miss Froxfield. She laughed. “That’s HIM,” said Ann Veronica, in sound, idiomatic English. She had money of her own—much more than I have—and there was no need to squabble about that. The easel and palette having been packed up, and the canvass carefully removed by Austin, the party took leave of the prisoner, who was so much abstracted that he scarcely noticed their departure. ’ His brows rose.
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