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. The vast heap of rubbish on the floor had been so materially increased
by the bricks and plaster thrown down in his attack upon the wall of the Red
Room, that it was with some difficulty he could find the blanket which was
almost buried beneath the pile. Something happened
down there, and probably I'll never know what. "
"Your secret?" demanded Trenchard, impatiently. "I fear not," replied Jack, despondingly. My dear! we’ve
had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things
we’d said—like a rosary of beads. . In between naps she increasingly found herself gazing
at him, his large nose, his eyes circled in silvery plum
shadows, his thin lips parted as he slept baring a rim of
perfect teeth. ”
“Mr. Ennison looked down on him in disgust. Something tells me I am rushing on greater danger. ’
‘You mean the bookroom, miss. No one had the
resources or the inclination to rebuild them. They
were both dressed in every respect alike.
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