“Don’t worry, Julian. Any
financial return was inconsiderable against the promise of this psychological
treat. "He's a base, deceitful,
tyrannical, hoary-headed libertine—that's what he is. And don’t tell me what you’ve been up to, dashing off to
Remenham House with that Kimble lad, and Lord knows what besides, because I
don’t want to know. He classified her as he seated himself. "Goodness only knows what he's reserved for," rejoined the widow in a
desponding tone; "but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night at the
Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in his bed. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his
heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. Chapter IV
THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST
“You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna
said lightly. "We'll see that," replied Jonathan.
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