Do you know whoso portrait this is?"
"I do not," replied Thames, repressing his tears, "but I believe it to be the portrait
of my father. She felt she must fly before it and could no longer do so. "And so I want the boy out of the
way," he concluded. Anna was afterwards astonished at her own selfpossession. As for himself,
there had never been a touch of it. In a few
seconds, the shutter flew open,—then the window,—and they were in the room. Perhaps in the beginning the women made
fools of themselves over him. ‘Tell me, my boy. ”
“I will buy books and a lay figure,” he declared, “to practise upon. ‘Though we might
have done, if a certain addlepated clothhead hadn’t let her get away. “I don’t see at all how you can be managing,” said Miss Stanley, and Ann
Veronica hastened to reply, “I do on very little.
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