”
“Did you say,” Sir John asked, “that the man’s name was Hill?”
“Yes,” she answered. A tarnish of constraint that had recently spread over her intercourse
with Capes vanished again. Then a roar of hisses. It’s well hidden, miss. ‘Madame, I trust I see you well?’
‘Merci. Taken altogether, his physiognomy resembled
one of those vagabond heads which Murillo delighted to paint, and for which
Guzman d'Alfarache, Lazarillo de Tormes, or Estevanillo Gonzalez might have
sat:—faces that almost make one in love with roguery, they seem so full of
vivacity and enjoyment. Across the blackboard the colored chalks flew like flights of variously
tinted rockets as diagram after diagram flickered into being.
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