But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept a cup of water at her hands. But never had the hand touched her with a father's caress; never had he taken her into his arms; never had he kissed her. You know very well that you took from my easel David Courtlaw’s study of me, and sent it to Cariolus. I don't ask you to supply my place—for that is, perhaps, impossible. It might be that the boy had taken one drink too many, or someone had given him knock-out drops. She hoped that he would at long last remember his young male pride. Each one had been different from the others, each had had a quality all its own, a distinctive freshness, a distinctive beauty. Go to it; and the best of luck!" He went out.
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