He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. ‘Do you swear it? There’s no knowing if one can believe you. Then a light seemed to break in upon him. Pity you aren’t under my command. "If Jack would come to my house, I'd contrive to hide him," remarked a buxom dame. Wood was unable to discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty substance, had fallen upon the floor.
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