The contest, however, though desperate, was brief. Courtlaw, who was sitting by the bedside, bent over him. That window there…. She turned her head away sharply. ’ ‘Aye, more’s the pity. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. “You doubted me?” She joked. Then they rode off at speed. He looked at it eagerly, but made no movement to take it. Its parents have perished.
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