God only knows what I have done, or left undone. You’re a little late, you must remember, and we are punctual people here. ” “No,” cried Miss Miniver, almost vehemently. She peered into the darkness. He was accompanied by a young man of about seven-and-twenty, who carried his easel, set it in its place, laid the canvass upon it, opened the paint box, took out the brushes and palette, and, in short, paid him the most assiduous attention. “It’s the spring,” he said.
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