. There was no way to
warn her of his presence without startling her. She practiced
swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her
imaginary infant boy. . He must have married when he was quite a
young man. But
you,” he continued, moving imperceptibility a little nearer to her, “you are mine. “It was only
yesterday I had your letter, and you never mentioned coming over. Playing with one hand he turned on his
stool to glance at her. Throwing down the
pencil, she snatched up a piece of India-rubber, and exclaiming,—"It isn't at all
like him! it isn't half handsome enough!" was about to efface the sketch, when
Thames darted into the room. Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully. There are sentimental and traditional deferences and
reverences, I know, between father and son; but that’s just exactly what prevents
the development of an easy friendship. "
"And were I in yours," rejoined the woollen-draper, "I should be doubly
apprehensive, because he's a professed friend. "Is she dead?"
"No—no," answered Hogarth.
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