Chapter IV THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST “You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna said lightly. It is a most wonderful piece of good fortune, as I suppose you will be prepared to admit. " Together they were making habitable the second bungalow, which was within calling distance of McClintock's. There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. My mind is full of ideas and images that I have been cherishing and accumulating—dreams of travelling side by side, of lunching quietly together in some jolly restaurant, of moonlight and music and all that side of life, of seeing you dressed like a queen and shining in some brilliant throng—mine; of your looking at flowers in some old-world garden, our garden—there are splendid places to be got down in Surrey, and a little runabout motor is quite within my means. ” With a little shrug of the shoulders Anna followed him. “Dear me! I wonder where Sir John picked her up. " "It was her own fault," observed Blueskin, moodily. S. Do you have family that I should ask?” “Oh, Julian! No, my family is dead, lost.
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