To-night the subtle suggestiveness of those few daring lines, fascinating in their very simplicity, the head thrown back, the half-closed eyes—the inner meaning of the great artist seemed to come to him with a rush. “I suppose all life is an affair of chances. And in those days, too, he used to help her mother with her gardening, and hover about her while she stood on the ladder and hammered creepers to the scullery wall. It is not, my dear Veronica, that I think there is any harm in you; there is not. Winifred, you are deceived in me. Lucy had passed the house once on the sidewalk, on a rare day when he was shoveling snow. I would speak with you. I didn’t ought to have sent for him. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band.
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