” She
yelled back. "Why, first," rejoined Austin, "there's Sir James Thornhill, historical painter to
his Majesty, and the greatest artist of the day. Then fury claimed her and she could no longer pretend. It was debauching, this—a devilish art which drew
such strange allurements from a face and figure almost Madonna-like in their
simplicity. As if he read her thought, he spoke it aloud. And at last Ann Veronica and Miss Miniver came down the dark staircase and
out into the foggy spaces of the London squares, and crossed Russell Square,
Woburn Square, Gordon Square, making an oblique route to Ann Veronica’s
lodging. But on arriving in the tattered saloon where he and Melusine had hidden, a
shock awaited Gerald.
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