"I've lost my wager. I know. You are an artist by the Divine right of birth, but whatever form of expression may come to you at some time it will not be painting. Feeling rather exhausted, it occurred to him that possibly some provisions might have been left by the constable; and, looking about, he perceived a pitcher of water and a small brown loaf on the floor. “Thank goodness!” said that retreating aspect, “that’s said and over. Before he re-entered the prison, he hesitated from a doubt whether he was not fearfully increasing his risk of capture; but, convinced that he had no other alternative, he went on. Spurlock, filled with self-mockery, sat in a chair on the west veranda. His mind seemed to be a remarkably full one; his knowledge of detailed reality came in just where her own mind was most weakly equipped.
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