" "As like as life, Sir," observed Austin, peeping over Thornhill's shoulder at the portrait. ‘Go then. She wanted air—and the distraction of having moving and changing things about her. ” “Oh, well!” he said, a little doubtfully, “it’s just a phase,” and bent down and rested his hand on her shoulder for a moment, with his heart beating and his nerves a-quiver. When he was done she kissed his cheek tenderly. “It is unimportant,” she said. After all, it was really rather funny. Just as Jack got half way down the stairs, and Wild and the Jew reached the upper landing, the street-door was opened by Langley and Ireton, the latter of whom carried a lantern. ’ ‘Well, sir? Who is “she”? Not my granddaughter, I take it. “You call yourself an artist— but you have no temperament.
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