She winced as he thrust the fact at her, was about to answer, and checked herself. “Listen, Annabel,” he said hoarsely. She remained by the door until the walls of the city swallowed the bobbing lantern. ’ ‘Only a few minutes, miss. "Why, first," rejoined Austin, "there's Sir James Thornhill, historical painter to his Majesty, and the greatest artist of the day. But I've not promised to stand by him yet; nor will I, unless he turns out an honest lad,—mind that. ‘Of course she don’t understand,’ snapped Charvill irascibly.
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