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. You are a sisterless man; you have never heard the ordinary talk that goes on at a girls’ boarding-school. ’ ‘Will you indeed? Truly?’ His smile held so much tenderness, she was tempted to surrender at once. The rain smelled of the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond the manor's white sea-soaked walls. She took it up in her many-ringed hands and read it judicially. Have you ever tried to run and jump in petticoats, Mr. “I see nothing of my sister,” she said. Her head was downcast as she studied the museum-like exhibits of various dusts on the resilient tile flooring. You know very well that you took from my easel David Courtlaw’s study of me, and sent it to Cariolus. But they were too late.
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