’ ‘Woof!’ uttered the sergeant, jumping back. ” “You would let him—knowing—all that you know?” “Why not? She is my flesh and blood. The blades on the top spun faster and faster. 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. How much he would be able to do for her. Her aunt had a once exasperating habit of interrupting her work with demands for small household services, but now Ann Veronica rendered them with a queer readiness of anticipatory propitiation.
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