"Bless your soul! d'ye think I'm to be gammoned by such nonsense. You're alone, too, child. The servants had left the room. ’ ‘Don’t start arguing again, for God’s sake,’ snapped Roding irritably, dragging out his own large pocket-handkerchief. Women who Dids, and all that kind of thing. "Utterly," reiterated Jack, gloomily,—"as regards all I hold dear. Evidently in the flower of his age, he was scarcely less remarkable for symmetry of person than for comeliness of feature; and, though his attire was plain and unpretending, it was such as could be worn only by one belonging to the higher ranks of society. I have given up painting. You can think all round me. The sun lingered, finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at the edge of the park.
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