I feel that I shall stifle unless I can do
something—and do something soon. It is enough to make
a man throw away canvas and brushes into the bottomless precipices, enough to
make one weep with despair at his utter and absolute impotence. Now Owen Wood had one fair child,
Unlike her mother, meek and mild;
Her love the draper strove to gain,
But she repaid him with disdain. I am not a madman, or a pauper, or even an unreasonable
person. ‘Me, I am tout à fait stupide. He shook his head all the time. Here a little delay occurred. His fears supplied him with unwonted vigour. Wood set off at full speed
from the Mint, and, hurrying he scarce knew whither (for there was such a
continual buzzing in his ears and dancing in his eyes, as almost to take away the
power of reflection), he held on at a brisk pace till his strength completely failed
him. “But I’ve heard that he’s broken up with her three
times in the past. The easel and palette having been packed up, and the canvass carefully removed
by Austin, the party took leave of the prisoner, who was so much abstracted that
he scarcely noticed their departure.
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