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alive; and the woman who stitched herself into these material
integuments has now permeated right through and gone out to
the tip of her skirt. It was only a black dress that caught
Dick Naseby's eye; but it took possession of his mind, and
all other thoughts departed. He drew near, and the girl
turned round. Her face startled him; it was a face he
wanted; and he took it in at once like breathing air.
'I beg your pardon,' he said, taking off his hat, 'you are
sketching.'
'Oh!' she exclaimed, 'for my own amusement. I despise the
thing.'
'Ten to one, you do yourself injustice,' returned Dick.
'
Besides, it's a freemasonry. I sketch myself, and you know
what that implies.'
'No. What?' she asked.
'Two things,' he answered. 'First, that I am no very
difficult critic; and second, that I have a right to see your
picture.'
She covered the block with both her hands. 'Oh no,' she
said; 'I am ashamed.'
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