”
He said nothing for a space. "
"Loved me! You!"
"I loved you," continued Jonathan, "and struck by your appearance, which
seemed above your station, inquired your history, and found you had been stolen
by a gipsy in Lancashire. "Do you hear me?" cried the lady, with increasing vehemence. I don’t know
anyone. What else could one say? I left him to suppose—a
registry perhaps. She made a step forward. The easel and palette having been packed up, and the canvass carefully removed
by Austin, the party took leave of the prisoner, who was so much abstracted that
he scarcely noticed their departure. I doubt if you will receive anything for your trouble. ”
Anna raised her eyes, and caught the earnest gaze of an elderly gentleman with a
double chin, a protuberant under lip, and a snuff-stained coat.
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