” “It was Cheveney!” he said slowly. Along the inner side was a wonderfully arranged series of displayed specimens that Russell himself had prepared. Her father’s step quickened to a trot. "Why, first," rejoined Austin, "there's Sir James Thornhill, historical painter to his Majesty, and the greatest artist of the day. “Well——” She stopped short. Manning’s handwriting had an air of being clear without being easily legible; it was large and rather roundish, with a lack of definition about the letters and a disposition to treat the large ones as liberal-minded people nowadays treat opinions, as all amounting to the same thing really—a yearssmoothed boyish rather than an adult hand. Her faith in human beings revived.
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