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The talk was animated, and remained always brilliant in form even when it
ceased to be brilliant in substance. "Why, first," rejoined Austin, "there's Sir James Thornhill, historical painter to
his Majesty, and the greatest artist of the day. He was confined in the Middle Stone Ward, a spacious apartment, with good
light and air, situated over the gateway on the western side, and allotted to him,
not for his own convenience, but for that of the keepers, who, if he had been
placed in a gloomier or more incommodious dungeon, would have necessarily
had to share it with him. And you’d better
have her fetch in some food for the missie, an’ all. The thought of Capes flooded her being like long-veiled sunlight breaking
again through clouds. Melusine opened her eyes at him.
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