To go to him, to console him! But she stirred not from her hiding place. “I have to go out. And she is very young, younger than her years. He said nothing. You are an artist by the Divine right of birth, but whatever form of expression may come to you at some time it will not be painting. But it was hopelessly hard to put. “My dear boy,” she exclaimed. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic.
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