This young man, whose features, though rather plain and coarse, bore the strongest impress of genius, and who had a dark gray, penetrating eye, so quick in its glances that it seemed to survey twenty objects at once, and yet only to fasten upon one, bore the honoured name of William Hogarth. "He would return my letters unopened or destroy them. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. ” Ann Veronica thought. ” She looked at him; his face, downcast and in profile, was handsome and strong. He was always tenderly courteous; he answered her ordinary questions readily and her extraordinary ones patiently; he always rose when she entered or left the room. 'But I don't desire to spoil sport,—not I.
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